The Model Agent

By SarahsSupplyCloset

Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews! Really excited to hear how people like this chapter. I hate spoiling but I don't want to get yelled at by anyone for not warning, so this is a chapter with sexual situations. If that isn't your thing, don't read it. Thanks!

Summary: Sarah Walker's modeling career is in its budding stages when the CIA recruits her into their ranks at 16. 10 years later, she's balancing being a world famous supermodel and actress with spying for the CIA. Her existence is fraught with danger and she's constantly on the go, until she meets a disarmingly sincere man on the beach...and her life is changed forever.

Disclaimer: I don't own CHUCK. I am not making any money from this.

Chuck knew the sound of the door to the roof intimately now that he'd been coming up here every so often since his NYC trip had started.

Even with his brain immersed in a fog, Sarah Walker's lips so skilled beneath his, her arm around him, pulling him in, the feeling of her body pressed so solidly into his…

He remembered her nervousness earlier about coming up onto the roof where others might show up and recognize her. It struck him right in the chest and he acted fast.

Breaking the kiss, he heard Sarah hiss out a curse, but he ignored it, knowing he needed to get her out of sight. He knew the door was behind him and he knew there was plenty of space behind the atrium, so he grabbed Sarah by her waist and guided her to quickly dash behind it, following after her.

They froze together, pressed against the vines, and he was sure the look on his face matched hers, all wide-eyed and panicked. But he was acutely aware of her fist wrapped in the front of his shirt.

She mouthed, "Fuck".

"I'm so sorry," he mouthed back, feeling serious guilt that he'd gotten her into this mess. She smiled a little, giving him a shake of her head, and her fingers grasped his reassuringly.

At least she wasn't mad.

Yet.

And then he heard whistling and a warm, elderly voice say, "Hello, my beautifuls. How are we, this afternoon, hmm?"

Chuck made a face at Sarah and she looked amused, biting down on her lower lip. He then pointed and nodded his head for her to move around the back of the atrium.

She led him silently, and he was impressed considering she wore heels against concrete. He gently eased himself in front of her so that he could peek around the edge from the other side to watch as the white-haired gentleman in his suspenders and sunhat moved around the roof to inspect his "beautifuls".

Chuck pulled back as the man turned towards him, hiding and wincing.

"What do we do?" Sarah whispered. "He can't see me." Chuck nodded in understanding. "And we can't just stay out here until he's done. If he's watering, it'll take him so long to water all of this. We'll be stuck here forever."

He wondered how this kept happening to them.

God, he'd just wanted to kiss her. That was all. But fate had other ideas.

Just then, he caught sight of the door. It was left ajar by the gardener, a doorstop propping it open a good three feet or so.

They could get to it without being seen if they crouched low enough. The stems of the ferns along the path might cover their journey.

But they had to go fast. And while his back was turned.

Chuck peeked around the edge carefully. At least the gardener seemed to be making his way around the foliage in the opposite direction, which meant his back would be turned on them.

He pulled back again and looked at Sarah. "I have a plan." She raised an eyebrow, giving him a slow smile that made him feel like someone poured warm water directly onto his lap. He squirmed a little. "The door was left open… Here, scoot past me and look really quick."

She did so, her body pressed against his, her breasts pushing into his chest in a way that made it hard to breathe. And her neck was there in front of him as she stretched to peer around the edge at the door. All he had to do was lean forward just a little to kiss her there. He wanted to know what she tasted like.

Her hand tightened around his hip and he shivered. And then she pulled back and nodded, her chest still pressed into his.

He could feel the mutual desire between them, the heated pull. But now wasn't the time. There was a knowing look on her face as she nodded.

"If-If you get really low, the ferns will be good cover. I'll watch our gardener pal over there to make sure his back is turned. And when I say go, move as fast as you can, get as low as you can. And don't stop until you get inside."

Sarah grinned at him. "Sneaky. I like it."

"You're gonna like it even better if it works."

She raised her eyebrows at him, smirking. The whistling started up again and he gave her a thoughtful look. "What is it?" she whispered, somehow moving even closer to him, her grip on him tightening.

"I can't quite make out what he's whistling. Is it Duran Duran? Maybe it's Madonna?"

Sarah clamped a hand over his mouth. "I fell right into your trap, didn't I?" He smiled toothily under her hand and she gave him a highly amused glare. "Just cover me."

The way she'd just said that, with all the authority of a full-on warrior about to go into battle, made that stirring between his legs feel that much worse. He knew he was weird for it. He knew he was. But he couldn't help it.

Chuck gulped and nodded. She dropped her hand, and he stepped up closer to the backside of the atrium, peeking around it. He glanced at her over his shoulder. The gardener had moved further away and was gently drizzling water into some of the pots on the opposite end of the roof, his back to them. "Ready?" he asked her.

She nodded, then got down low.

He turned back to watch as the gardener stooped to pick one of the pots up off of the ground. Chuck reached back with his hand and gestured for her to go. He felt her whoosh past him, and before he even had a chance to look at her, as he was very serious about his job of covering her and watching the gardener to make sure he didn't turn and see her, he saw that she'd gotten through the door and was now peering through the crack of the opening from her spot of safety, gesturing for him to follow her.

He held up a finger for her to wait, watching as the gardener turned to face him, setting the pot on a bench. Chuck then looked at Sarah, still watching him with wide eyes from the stairwell inside of the door. He gestured with a flick of his hand for her to scoot out of the way and she did. And then he watched the gardener turn back around with his watering can in hand and Chuck made his move.

He stooped low and dashed as fast as he could to the door, having to angle his body a certain way to safely get through and into the stairwell.

"Freedom!" he hissed at Sarah as she keeled over in silent laughter, and he pushed her towards the stairs with a quiet, "Go go go go go!"

She must've thought her heels were too loud, clanking on the stairs, so she yanked him back. He gave her a concerned look, then laughed as he saw her tug her heels off and rush past him, taking the lead, rushing down the stairs barefoot, heels in hand.

They laughed together, and Chuck felt adrenaline shooting through him as they finally burst into the hallway outside of his condo. He fumbled taking his key out of his pocket, groaning out a Nooooooo when he dropped the key and it slid across the floor to hit the wall.

Sarah cracked up as he clambered to grab it and unlock the door. Once they got inside, he shut it and threw the lock, turning to press his back against the door.

She was still laughing, standing in front him, and then she stepped in closer, playing with his shirt.

"I'm so sorry. That was totally my bad. I shouldn't have suggested going up there. Such a close call, too, and—"

But that was all he was able to get out, because she went so quickly from laughing to giving him a look with a certain spark in her blue eyes, and then her mouth was covering his and she had one hand in his hair, the other hand twisted in his shirt collar.

Even seeing that look in her eye, he hadn't been prepared for her to kiss him so hard and so eagerly, even if he was ready.

Chuck slipped his hands around her hips and squeezed her, kissing her back as soon as his brain caught up to what was happening.

His eyes fluttered shut and he pulled her in tighter to his front, letting out a soft whimper.

He hadn't meant to.

And Sarah broke the kiss, taking a deep breath, looking up at him with clear, wide blue eyes. But before he could comment on the whimper he'd let out, before he could apologize, before he could do anything, Sarah grinned and kissed him again, only harder this time.

He thought back to that moment out on the balcony last night, when the two women had wandered out for a secret smoke, forcing him and Sarah to duck around the corner and stay there for a while, in a small space, being as quiet as possible. They'd been so close to one another, no words necessary, just making faces and hand gestures, stifling their laughter.

There'd been heat there.

And then again in the hallway before he whisked her off to a safe escape out into the side alleyway where she leapt into a getaway car to escape paparazzi, there'd been heat. And that kiss'd had heat.

And then there was that night he'd spotted her walking onto the stage after hearing their host announce her name. The passion in her words, the natural brilliance of her speech, the clarity of her mission actually meaning something to her, not just as some pet project but as something that she took very seriously.

He'd jumped to his feet to give her a standing ovation along with everyone else. And he'd felt something surge through him. A power he'd never felt before. Then out there on the grounds, in the greenhouse, the heaviness of the air around them having nothing to do with the humid glass building they stood inside of and everything to do with their chemistry. He'd wanted to kiss her so many times since then, the way she flirted with him, her reaction when he flirted back.

He hadn't been able to in any of those situations. He hadn't been able to hold her, feel her lips against his.

But they were behind a locked door, and nobody even knew she was here thanks to her request that they not take their date into the public. Nobody could walk in and see Sarah Walker, supermodel and actress, with her hands twisted in his shirt, absolutely mauling Charles Irving Bartowski of Nerd Tech Inc's mouth with her own.

He could do what he wanted now. They could both do what they wanted.

Before he let his mouth wander over the soft skin of her jaw, neck, and collarbone like he meant to, he felt Sarah's fingers slip down to his chest and the top button of his shirt popped open.

Then another and another, all the way down, painstakingly slowly.

He gasped and she paused. And Chuck realized she probably thought he'd gasped because he didn't want things to progress like that. "No no no no no no," he breathed desperately, grabbing her hands in a panic and smashing them against his chest. "Keep…keep going."

Sarah giggled, nodding even as she slowly went back to unbuttoning his shirt.

God help me, he thought to himself. He just wanted to get through this without combusting.

Easier said than done.

Because she'd pulled his shirt out of his pants and he could feel the cool touch of her smooth fingers against his hip bone, right above the waistband of his boxers. Her lips pressed against his neck and he let out a rough breath, his eyelids fluttering.

He knew he was blushing as she pushed at the shirt, baring his shoulders and biceps, his chest, to her gaze. He had to help with the sleeves thanks to his stupid knobby wrists and giant hands, but then he finally dropped the shirt onto the floor behind him, blushing harder at the way her blue eyes raked across his chest, slid down his arms, and stopped right at his belly button.

Chuck Bartowski wished in that moment that he spent as much time working out as his sister's heart surgeon boyfriend. So that she'd really have something to look at. And at the same time, he was thankful Captain Awesome had dragged him along with him to the gym twice a week for the last few months as long as their schedules lined up. Working out at least that much had improved things.

He just hoped she wasn't disap—

Sarah reached up under her arm on her right side and grabbed the tab of the zipper that was there, slowly pulling it down.

Wow.

This was really happening.

He needed to get out of his head. He had this horrible habit of getting stuck in his head when he was having sex and then he did stupid things or said stupid things. He ruined it. He was a moment ruiner.

He couldn't do that with this woman.

He refused.

Letting his mind go blank, as blank as he was capable of, Chuck dove in to kiss her, cupping her face, putting everything he had into the kiss, nudging her mouth open so that he could intensify this. And he heard her hum out a breathy whimper through her nose as their tongues met.

Her hand draped over his where it rested against the crook of her neck and she curled her fingers around his, pulling his touch away from her. He froze for a moment, afraid he'd maybe touched her wrong or she'd changed her mind…

But then she instead put his hand on her dress's zipper that she'd already pulled down part of the way.

Oh God. Nope. He was wrong.

She wanted him to take her dress off. Sarah hit him with those sky blue eyes and smiled tentatively, as if she wasn't sure if they were on the same page, either.

They were on the same page, and that was the problem. They both weren't sure if the other was sure. Damn it, he'd passed his overthinking bullshit to her. He'd done it so much it seeped into her.

He was done being an idiot.

Trapping the zipper tab between his fingers, he slid it down the rest of the way until he met with resistance, and he tucked his hand in the opening, feeling her warm, soft skin as she gasped. He swallowed the gasp, kissing her, their tongues meeting again, and he purposefully ran his thumb along the waistband of her panties.

She shivered against him and hummed.

Chuck dragged his lips from hers and pressed kisses down her jaw, to the juncture of her neck and ear, and then behind her ear. He felt fantastic chills go up and down his body as her cool hands landed on the small of his back and tugged him closer.

He hugged her, wrapping his arms around her body and cradling her as he pressed kisses in a pattern down her neck, to her shoulder, pushing the strap of her dress out of his way, then kissing down her collar bone.

When he heard her whisper "Chuck," against his hair, feeling her breath flutter at his curls, he twisted his fists in her dress.

But then her own fist was in his hair and she was pulling him up to his full height. The moment their faces were aligned, she yanked him in by her grip on his curls to kiss him passionately.

He needed to get them at least moving in the direction of the bedroom. He didn't know why there was some panicked voice at the back of his head that said they'd be interrupted, someone would show up, kick the door in, stop this, and they needed to act quickly.

Maybe it was just desperation. Not just for sex. Sure, it had been enough time since he'd touched or held a woman like this, since he'd felt a heady lust pooling at his center. (He'd been really freaking busy, okay?) But it wasn't just sex he wanted. He wanted her. And he knew the difference.

She was exciting. She was brilliant. Interesting. Funny. And she tasted fantastic. She smelled fantastic.

She felt fantastic.

He needed to know more, feel more. And he wanted her to have more. Whatever she wanted frankly.

So even as he kissed her, he took her by her waist and began to carefully step forward, backing her towards the hallway that led to the bedroom.

And oh crap he forgot there's a step down into the living area first.

Chuck wrapped his arm securely around her waist and turned them so that he took the brunt of the surprise step, landing a bit awkwardly on his heel, which kind of hurt, but he'd saved them from any poorly timed injuries.

Sarah let out a squeak and giggled, and he felt her teeth brush his jaw as she grinned. "Forgot about the step?" she giggled.

"Maybe."

"Good work."

"Thanmfffffffff!"

He supposed she was done talking, now that danger had been averted, the step behind them, because she slammed her lips into his and forced his mouth back open to brush his tongue with hers yet again. Gosh she really liked that a lot, and oh wow so did he. He really did.

He could just stand here doing this forever, he thought.

But then her fingers slipped under the waistband of his pants, right at the front, making his hips jerk. He let out a surprised gasp as he felt her pop the button open.

Right. The bedroom. That's where they were going.

And fast.

There was that desperation again, that panicked voice saying hurry hurry hurry hurry hurry hurry…

She unzipped his pants even as he backed her past the kitchen to the hallway.

There was something about the feeling of it, the sound of the zzzzzip, knowing she'd done it and where her fingers were, the desperation for more of her overwhelmed him and he moved faster towards the hallway.

But then they stopped as he heard a thump and a feminine grunt of pain. He pulled out of the kiss. "Oh my God, I'm sorry!" he rushed out when he realized he'd backed her into the doorframe.

She laughed with a quick, "It's okay", and then attacked him again, pawing at his back, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she kissed him. She was so good at the kissing part of this, he wasn't sure he wanted to stop, even if it was for something more. She was just too good. She felt too good against his lips. And her tongue. God, her tongue.

And then her tongue was gone, her lips were gone, and his back slammed into the wall part of the way down the hallway. He gaped at her as she peered up at him, biting her lip, as if wondering if she'd overstepped. Frankly he thought he'd deserved it. And he beamed at her as she dove in to kiss him some more, pinning him to the wall. He was completely fine with this.

Chuck cupped Sarah's shoulders, then, feeling the silky fabric of her dress straps against his thumbs, remembering they were there and what they were holding up. He tucked his thumbs under the straps and gently tugged them to the sides, over her shoulders and slowly down her arms. He felt her shiver and move back from him just enough to quickly pull her arms out of the way so that the dress clung to her hips, revealing her entire top half and the lacy strapless bra covering her breasts.

His brain repeated Oh God about a thousand times as he swept his brown eyes over her body. She was a supermodel, after all. And it wasn't for nothing.

Chuck swallowed hard, then diverted his gaze quickly, realizing how blatantly he was staring.

She chuckled quietly and cupped his neck in both hands, leaning in to place a soft kiss to his lips. Then she kissed his jaw. And again. Again. Letting him feel her breasts and that lace dragging over his chest as she pressed kisses down his throat, kissing his Adam's apple and giggling as he gulped.

Her hand slipped to his cheek as she moved down to kiss his shoulder, and he felt her tongue lightly stroke down the line of his collar bone.

Chuck shuddered wonderfully at the sensation and sighed, turning his face into her hand and pressing a kiss into her palm.

Sarah froze and quietly lifted her blue gaze to his brown one, her eyes a bit wide, her lips parted. Then her eyes dropped to her hand against his cheek, her mouth tilted in an almost imperceptible smile.

He wasn't quite sure what had just happened. And he was especially confused when she kissed him with an extra fervor. He felt her wanting him and it filled him to the brim, overwhelmed him even. And then her teeth clamped down on his bottom lip, not hard enough to hurt him, and she pulled it back, letting it slip back out from between her teeth again.

Wow. Wow, he was…Maybe in over his head.

He felt something inside of him screaming at him to just shut the fuck up and let her have him. Who cared if he was in over his head? He wanted this so badly, he wanted HER so badly. He felt it in places he hadn't even known existed inside of him.

And now she was dragging her lips down his body, kissing him in places he'd never had anyone else touch let alone press their lips against, moving down his chest, her fingernails lightly grazing over his skin and sending an invigorating shiver through him.

Her tongue ran a line along the waistband of his boxers, and he thought he would literally catch fire. He smacked his hands against the wall on either side of him, hard, and he felt her teeth graze his lower belly as she grinned.

He was definitely going to work out more. Way, way more. He had no idea why he was thinking about that in this critical moment of his life.

Because just like that, his pants were down at his ankles and she was looking up at him with a sparkle in her blue eyes.

They met gazes, his eyes wide in awe, hers brimming with amusement and something mischievous maybe—he was in big trouble—and she began to work on his shoes.

"Fuck!" she cursed under her breath, tugging on the knot he'd made. She sent him a bit of a wince as it took her longer than he thought they'd both expected it would take. "I'm so used to heels…"

That cracked him up and he stooped down, curling himself over her to get the other shoe ties undone. He gently moved her back so that he could step out of them, and then he took her by her arms, making her stand as he kicked out of his pants, then he wrapped her up in his arms, kissing her again.

Turning them around, this time he pushed her against the wall, making her giggle breathily into his lips. He broke the kiss, grinning toothily at her, wrinkling his nose, and he gave her dress a tug, pulling it down her long legs as she thrusted her hips forward so that he could ease it down over her ass.

He gave her a moment to step out of the dress before he slipped his hands around her thighs and hoisted her up.

She squeaked, forced to wrap her legs around him as he lifted her off of the floor. And he pinned her to the wall, kissing her neck, her throat, under her jaw and chin as she sighed happily.

He felt her fingernails dig into his shoulders and a thrill went through him as he winced into her neck, thrusting his hips against hers.

"Oh!" she breathed, her voice high pitched. She stroked her fingers over his hair at the back of his neck and he thrusted again, making her moan.

She felt so good wrapped around him.

And he couldn't help thrusting again. She whimpered his name, her lips near his ear, fanning his curls as she let out a rough breath when he thrusted yet again.

She grabbed him by his hair and pulled his head back so that she could look down into his eyes with a heated look on her face. "Bed. Now. Please."

Who was he to argue with that?

Chuck pushed away from the wall and carried her the rest of the way, his steps hurried. He slammed an outstretched arm against his bedroom door, swinging it open and out of their way, and he half-stumbled the rest of the way to the bed.

He resisted the urge to just drop her on the bed, jump on top of her, and get to work.

Instead, he set her down gently on the edge of it, leaning down to continue kissing her, reveling in the feeling of her fingers stroking through his curls, down his shoulders and arms, up his chest again.

He lowered himself on her, pushing her to lie back against the mattress, rubbing his chest over hers as he kissed her, wrapping her up in his arms and letting her feel how much he wanted her as he let his lower half and full weight press her down.

Chuck knew she could feel his hardness in spite of them both wearing underwear. She shivered in his arms, moaned softly.

He broke the kiss and let out a rough breath, cradling her head in his hand, nuzzling her nose, and just shutting his eyes for a moment to take every last sensation in, memorize it forever just in case this was a dream or some terrible prank life was playing on him.

And then he snapped his eyes open again and she was staring up at him, her blue eyes swirling with grey and purple, bits of aqua around the pupils. Without realizing what he was even doing, he spoke straight from his soul. "God, you're the most beautiful—" His voice caught in his throat and he tried again. "You're so stunning. You're just so stunning."

Her eyes flashed, and there was a hint of awe in her face. But he wasn't given the chance to delve too deeply into what that was, because he felt her weight push against him and he was pinned against the bed near the head, pillows stacked by his right shoulder, feet planted on the floor beside the bed.

Sarah swung her leg over him and sat up, towering over him, before she lowered her weight into his lap and pressed herself down against him. He felt a thrill go through his body as she rocked herself against him, biting her lip.

Leaning down, she kissed him again, and her weight lifted from his lower half just for a moment before he felt her tuck her hand between them, lift the waistband of his boxers, and slip inside.

His jaw fell open and he slammed his head back against the mattress as her fingers slid against his cock, rubbing up and down, and then they were wrapped around him, stroking his hardness, making a fist and pumping gently.

"S-Sarah…"

She bit his lip this time, smiling, and then she let it go and kissed his cheek, pumping him a little faster.

He groaned, arching himself against her, and then her hand left him. He nearly whimpered at the loss, but she slid a bit further down his body, hooking her fingers in the waistband of his boxers and pulling them carefully up and over his erection. He lifted his backside from the bed so that she could ease his boxers totally out of the way. But she stopped when they got halfway down his thighs.

Chuck thought she'd roll off of him so that he could kick them off, but she didn't.

Instead, she pressed her weight down into his lap again, rolling her hips, letting him feel her panties grind against him. He groaned, turning his head to the side, overwhelmed by the sensations. And then she was curling her fingers around him again, lifting herself up.

Chuck craned his neck to look down his body, surprised to see her move the material of her underwear out of the way, tucking it to the side, and then she held him steady, lowering herself onto him, slowly at first.

He didn't know where to look… between their bodies or at her face. He caught her eyelids flutter, her mouth falling open, and then he watched between them as he disappeared inside of her.

Chuck groaned, his whole body tensing at how good it felt to be enveloped by her. He desperately urged his brain to stay quiet, to just let him have this and enjoy her, and then she had her full weight lowered onto him, he was as deep as he could go.

Sarah lowered her chest against his and began to roll her hips.

He felt every last nerve-ending awaken in excitement, and he twisted his fists in the covers around his head, just holding on and letting her have control.

She bit down on his jaw and began to thrust harder, her gyrating movements sending electricity through him.

"Chuck!" she whimpered in his ear, reaching up to close one of her hands over his and bracing the other against the bed by his shoulder. She ground herself against him, letting out whimpering breaths.

Chuck started to lift his own hips against her to try to meet her strong thrusts, and she let out a moan in approval.

He could feel the tightness behind his belly button, the tingles going through his limbs. Sarah pushed herself up at a bit of an angle, her grip on his fist up by his head tightening, her other hand slapping onto his shoulder.

She started to really ride him, staring right into his eyes, letting him hear her pleasure, whimpering, her brow furrowed in ecstasy.

Chuck moved his hand she wasn't pinning down to hold onto her thigh and squeezed, making her hips jerk against his. He'd surprised her.

But then she surprised him right back, because she pushed herself to sit up in his lap then, letting go of his hand and instead bracing one palm against his thigh behind her, the other on his abdomen.

His hands flopped to the bed up by his shoulders as she started to jerk back and forth in his lap. She whimpered his name, throwing her head back.

"Sarah! Oh my God!"

The tightness reached an unbearable level, his whole body aching for her, for more of her, and she was moving fast and hard on top of him. And when she let out a wanton, "Hnng!" he felt something snap inside of him, and a heat rushed through his body, a rush of adrenaline…

He cursed, feeling himself tip over the edge. He tried to stop it, but he couldn't, and he climaxed. Chuck grabbed her by her hips and shut his eyes, groaning loudly, emptying himself inside of her, holding her tightly against his lap, shaking with his release.

No. Oh no. No, he hadn't wanted to do this so early.

This was so mortifying.

She was too much. And it had been a long time since he'd had sex, and she really was…incredible. He was in way over his head. Just like he'd thought. Oh God this was mortifying.

"S-Sorry," he whispered, his eyes still shut tight. "I-I didn't mean—You're—Oh God, I'm sorry…" The amazing shiver wracked through his body as he gave one last thrust inside of her, hearing her whimper.

Sarah laid herself out over him and let out a few hot breaths against his neck. "No, it's okay," she panted, and he felt her hand slip up to his cheek. "It's okay…you…you don't have to…"

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay!" She pushed herself up to hover over him, looking down at him, and then she eased herself off of his lap, just lying beside him, most likely unsatisfied by his performance. God damn it.

+ —

Sarah's whole body was still buzzing. It felt like there was a rubber bend stretched in her lower belly, ready to snap at any moment. But she pushed the sensations, the ache, to the back of her mind.

Because he obviously felt mortified, having finished earlier than he'd meant to. She had to admit, only to herself, she hadn't expected him to be that quick, either. But she wasn't upset with him. She didn't judge him. She wouldn't.

But he was mortified.

And she needed to ease that as quickly as possible. She felt terrible that he was probably kicking himself about this.

Here they were on their first date, everything clicking, both of them getting into it, then this happened, and he probably felt like he was dying on the inside. It was a purely human response, and Chuck Bartowski had proven that he was gloriously, beautifully human.

Sarah looked at him and gently turned his face towards her, her fingers stroking over his jaw. "Seriously, Chuck. That was…great."

Oh wow, great work there Sarah.

She inwardly rolled her eyes at herself.

"Jesus Christ," he huffed, covering his face with his hands.

Sarah winced. "No, I mean it! Please don't apologize or feel bad."

But he apologized again anyway. "Sarah, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for that to be so…erm…quick." He pulled his hands down and stared at the ceiling in abject misery. "That was supposed to go a lot better. I'm just…er, out of practice?" He breathed out a curse.

"Right. Of course. But it felt really good," she tried, but she got a flat look for it. "Chuck, really, stop beating yourself up."

She was out of her depths dealing with this. He certainly wasn't the first guy who'd finished quick, there'd been enough instances where that had happened. But none of them had ever beat themselves up about it. They'd been satisfied and just assumed she'd been too. She'd let them assume, but Chuck was different. It had actually been really good and she didn't know how to make him less upset about it.

He pushed himself to sit up and yanked his boxers back over himself modestly, before scooting back to lean against the pillows. Sarah crawled up to her knees and knelt with them tucked under her body, shyly tucking her hair behind her ear.

She wasn't prepared to deal with this situation. If he'd merely tossed out a line asking if it was as good for her as it was for him, assumed it was, and rolled over to sleep? That she could deal with.

But Chuck's intense embarrassment and guilt was…unexpected. She was knocked back on her ass by it.

He kept trying to explain, his face red. "I-I think it was just…the lead up was really good. I mean the stuff before. And then you're…you." She raised an eyebrow and he seemed to feel the need to explain better. "I mean, you're…so sexy. Like, just…physically, obviously. That's obvious. You don't even have to do anything else but just, you know, exist and you're the hottest person on the planet. But then the stuff you were doing. With the fingers and the hair and the tongue stuff, I'm—I should stop talking, shouldn't I?"

Sarah was overwhelmed by his utter sincerity. So overwhelmed that she didn't quite know how to react, or what to say, and instead she ended up just smiling at him as he sat there looking so pitiful and deflated and embarrassed. He really was unlike anyone she'd ever met.

"All of that coupled with the fact that it's been well over a year since I've even been in this position, you know, having sex." His face crumbled as she raised both of her eyebrows, surprised he'd actually just admitted that. But not unpleasantly so. She'd never known anyone who was so comfortable with being candid. "Oh God, that's definitely something I shouldn't have said. I absolutely just said that and I should not have OH MY GOD."

He rolled onto his stomach and buried his face in his pillow. He turned his face just enough for her to hear what he said without the pillow muffling it. "Just go now while you still can. While I'm hobbled by my own big fucking mouth. Get out. Save yourself. I'll understand."

She just chuckled and put a hand on his back, squeezing. "I'm still here, Chuck. I'm not leaving you alone in all of this self-pitying misery."

To his credit, that made him laugh and he turned over again, eyeing her in amusement, even if it was self-deprecating, and she could still see an embarrassed flush on his face. "I deserve that self-pitying crack." She winced. She hadn't meant it like that. "Jesus Christ, I'm a mess. I'm sorry."

"Hey, listen, sure…you're a bit of a mess, a very sincere mess. But you're a mess I can get behind," she said, and then she tilted her head and pressed her lips together when she realized how that sounded.

"Oh cool thank you. Thanks. That's—"

She laughed at his amused sarcasm, interrupting him. "That sounded bad. I didn't mean for it to sound so bad."

"Oh, yeah. You're a big ol' mess, Chuck. But I love a good mess," he teased.

She laughed harder, crawling towards the pillows and flopping onto her back beside him. "I meant it in a nicer way. If you think you're the kind of mess that should scare people away, you don't know the half of it."

He had no idea the kind of mess getting mixed up with her would be. And maybe she was selfish for not warning him before it came to this. An intimate date in his rented NYC condo, barely waiting a full hour before falling into bed together the way they had. Maybe he deserved a warning before it got even further than this.

But she felt his warm brown eyes on her and if he had even 50% of the feelings brewing in her own chest, she knew it was probably already too late. She could feel him emanating warmth as he looked at her. It was too late to warn him.

Sarah licked her lips and flicked her gaze over to meet his.

There wasn't just warmth in his look, but heat. Oh.

Chuck scooted close to her then and pressed his lips to her shoulder. It was just a soft kiss at first, but when he did it the second time, the kiss was slow and seductive.

And then he pressed that same kiss to her collarbone. She felt his tongue grace the line to her neck, and then he kissed her slowly there too.

What was this?

What was he doing here? He was supposed to have gone to sleep, spent, patting himself on the back. Or something. Who are you?, she thought to herself.

She sighed, arching her head back to give him more access. And he rolled so that half of his body was draped over hers. His body was warm, lithe and strong against hers, his long legs tangling with hers, and she couldn't push the ache between her legs to the back of her mind anymore. She knew she still wanted him so bad.

But she wasn't pushing for more. That wouldn't be fair to expect more from him. He couldn't help the way his body reacted to what they were doing.

And he'd been so mortified and looked like he'd felt extremely inadequate after finishing early… Maybe he needed her to say it out loud. She didn't expect more.

"Chuck…" He kept kissing down her chest, pressing his lips to the crest of her breast, then switching to the other, licking along the lace hem, making her feel a little crazy. "Chuck," she breathed again. He leaned away from her to look down at her. "I don't…know what's going through your head, but you don't have to… You don't have anything to compensate for. You don't have to keep—"

"I know," he said, interrupting her. And then he pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth. "But I'm going to anyway."

The tone of his voice and the way his fingers dipped under the waistband at the front of her panties, dragging lower and lower, made her body practically catch fire. Who was she to police his actions anyways?

But then he pulled his hand back out of her underwear again before he reached the most sensitive spot, making her bite her lip in disappointment. His fingers lightly ran up her torso, teasing her hard abs, and then they dipped around her side and under her body to her upper back.

She felt his fingers press against the clasp of her bra and she smiled up at the ceiling, her eyelids fluttering as he buried his face in her neck and kissed her under her jaw. Arching her back a little to give him access, she felt him give a little tug and the clasp made a soft, invigorating click sound. The bra loosened against her, just lying on her chest, and Chuck pulled back.

For some reason, he seemed not to want to take it away himself. Was it shyness? She wasn't sure. But Sarah grabbed the lace garment, tore it away, and threw it over the side of the bed, not caring where it landed.

Chuck let out a quiet groan, his brow furrowed in awe as he looked down at her chest. And just like that, his hot mouth covered her left breast. He gave a quick suck and she felt his tongue start to flick her nipple, his other hand coming up to drape over her neglected breast, beginning to massage it.

"Ah!" she gasped, throwing her head back and spreading her legs to open herself up to him. What he was doing to her breasts… The ache was incredible. She was still so sensitive after the sex they'd just had when he'd finished and she hadn't. "Oh, Chuck…" she whispered. "Chuck…"

As focused as she was on what he was doing to her upper half, she felt a thrill of surprise and adrenaline rocket through her when he scooted up a bit, lying more on her body, and she felt the hardness of his knee tuck between her legs and rub against her crotch.

"Hnng!"

What was he doing? God, it felt amazing. He kept rubbing his knee against her, up and down, up and down, switching his mouth to the other breast and then switching hand to play with the other.

He pressed against her sex particularly hard with his knee just as he grazed her nipple with his teeth and rolled the other between his thumb and forefinger, and she cried out, arching up towards him, needing more, more, more.

She could feel him smiling at her reaction and she bit her lip, whimpering. Let him know. She didn't care.

But then he rolled even more on top of her, so that his full weight pressed her down into the mattress, and then he braced both knees on the bed beside her and lifted himself up to kneel over her instead just as quickly.

His mouth and hand still on her breasts, she felt his knee replaced by his free hand, his right fingers slipping under her panties again, and this time as they dragged down, they didn't stop until they pressed against her clitoris.

Sarah's jaw fell open and she reached up to grab onto the headboard tightly, grappling at the cool metal and holding on for dear life as he began to rub her in tight little circles.

"Oh my God," she panted, shutting her eyes and just reveling in the sensations. It felt almost too good. So good she wondered if she should feel guilty this was so one-sided.

She didn't know how long it continued for. She lost all sense of time, of anything at all. All she knew was that biting her lip wasn't keeping her whimpers of ecstasy at bay as he pleasured her, and she cried out loudly when he eventually slipped his fingers lower, dipping them inside of her, two at once.

Maybe it was the incredible build-up, or the leftover sensations from before when they'd been joined, but all he had to do was curl his fingers inside of her once for her to topple over the edge in an orgasm.

Her whole body sang out as she moaned his name, her muscles tightening. And she was still in the throes of it by the time she realized he'd moved away from her body, the air cool against her breasts. But it was too late for her to do anything about it.

Because Chuck met her gaze as he slid down her body, his mouth kissing a pattern down her abdomen, dipping his tongue in her belly button, and…

"Oh God, you—you don't have—"

He ignored her attempts at persuading him that he didn't owe her any of this, instead moving her underwear out of the way and pressing his mouth against her sex, immediately beginning to eat her out.

Sarah's legs spread open of their own volition and she arched herself against him, holding onto the bars even tighter. Oh God… She cursed, he was so good at this.

Her body shivered beneath him as he brought her all the way to the edge, before lowering her back down again, then building her up so that she was tight like a rubber band, and easing her back again. It was the best kind of torture and nobody had ever done this so well. She'd been with men who'd done it for her before, but like this?

She was shaking, sure he had to have been down there for at least 20 minutes, and she ached everywhere in the best way. "Please," she whimpered. "Oh, please, Chuck…"

She'd never heard her voice do that before. Was he serious calling himself a mess?

But all thoughts flew right out of her head as he listened to her, his tongue dipping inside of her. He didn't leave for even a moment, using his mouth in miraculous ways, until she climaxed.

She reached down with one hand and tangled her fingers in his hair, arching off the bed and crying out his name, cursing, just tugging on his curls for something to hold onto as she quivered in ecstasy.

When she slowly came to after the stupor he'd put her in, he was up by her again, kissing her jaw, down her neck, and back up again, his fingers drawing a light pattern on her belly.

"Okay," she said, panting still, dropping a hand to her forehead. "You can stop…feeling…embarrassed about…what happened…earlier," she gasped out, and he laughed.

She could feel herself blushing like crazy and she grinned, pushing her hand from her forehead into her hair and drawing in a long, calming breath, letting it out through pursed lips. "Holy shit," she breathed, her chest still heaving.

He kissed her cheek then and propped himself up over her, smiling. How wasn't he even a little cocky after that? Had earlier embarrassed him that much? "Want a drink or anything?"

"Fuck yes," she giggled, and he giggled with her. Besides, that gave her the chance to recuperate and figure out what in the hell had just happened. She was totally rocked by what he'd just done, startled even by just how good it had been.

"What'll you have?" he asked, and he rolled to the edge of the bed, leaving her just splayed out in the cool air of the room. When he stood up beside the bed in profile, she could see the bump at the front of his boxers and she smirked to herself. Interesting.

"Um…" She shook herself, trying to focus. "Make two of whatever you usually have."

He frowned, narrowing his eyes. "There's nothing you don't like, is there?"

"Not really."

"Hm." He gave her a dubious look, then scratched the back of his head. "Alright fine. I'll surprise you. Be back in a jif."

"I can't wait," she let herself say, her tone dripping with satisfaction.

He was adorable, blushing as he left, even after everything he'd just done.

Sarah rolled over onto her stomach and buried her face in one of the pillows, grinning so hard she thought her face would break. A chill rocked through her and she let out a muffled giggle, adrenaline still coursing through her.

She wasn't really sure what had just happened, but it wasn't anything close to what she'd expected.

Sure, maybe by the time the date ended, a part of her had been prepared to sleep with Chuck Bartowski. The magnetism was there, the physical draw, even out on the beach last month. He was too charming and way too handsome for her not to be physically attracted to him, but a click had happened between them, a spark in the air around them, so she knew there was a good chance there'd be sex. It was why she wore the undergarments she'd worn, half of which now laid somewhere on the floor in the bedroom. Where'd she thrown her bra anyways? She didn't care, she realized.

But the way things had progressed sent a shiver through her. That had been unexpected. The sex, not unexpected. Chuck climaxing early and fighting against his embarrassment to bless her body with his skilled attentions and putting his mouth where the money was…as Carina would say, and she felt stupid for even thinking it… that was all so unexpected she was still reeling from it.

She had to get a hold of herself somehow before he came back with the drinks. The fact that he left her here in bed while he went alone into the other room to fix them told her loud and clear they weren't finished with this bed yet by any means, and that had her grinning all over again.

Chuck is a mess I think a lot of us wish we had the opportunity to take on. Or am I just speaking for myself here? Review if you can. Thank you!

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