The Model Agent
By SarahsSupplyCloset
Author's Note: Think it is safe to say a lot of the chapters from here on out will have sexual situations so there's your warning if you aren't into that sort of thing. Happy reading to the rest of you. :-)
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 Bartowski found his date had pulled back the covers to the bed and was now cuddled underneath them, propped against the pillows, the sheets pulled up to cover her chest modestly. Her head was turned towards the window, the late afternoon light spilling over her face, over her hair that was golden anyways, but even more so framed like this.
She heard him approaching the bed and turned to smile almost shyly at him, clutching the sheets tighter around her. "What'd you make me?"
"Whiskey soda. That okay?" He paused. He had no problem with making her something different. She just looked so comfortable inside of his bed and he wanted to get in there with her, that was the only thing.
"Mmm. Perfect." Her smile widened and as she pulled up her knees and propped her chin on them, she looked a lot younger than he'd assumed she was when he first met her. He imagined her exactly around his age, mid-20s, maybe 25 or 26 or so, but he could be totally off. She was a supermodel, after all.
He walked to the other side of the bed and reached across to hand her the drink he made her. She plucked it from him with a grateful look. "Thank you," she said then, and he set his drink on the nightstand so that he could join her in bed without spilling it.
As he picked it up again, they reached over to clink glasses. "Wait, what are we doing the cheers thing to?" he asked then.
Sarah bit her lip. "To tacking a few days of vacation to the end of a business trip."
"Oh hell yeah, I'll cheers to that so hard."
"Not too hard, you might spill in bed."
He cracked up. "You're almost as bad as I am."
She pulled her glass back from where they'd clinked them again, still mid-swallow as she glared. "How dare you say that to me?"
Laughing again, Chuck swirled the liquid in his glass. "I'm sorry. You're right. I'm trying to make this a good date. Insulting you is the worst possible way to do that."
Giggling, she took another sip and hummed, her eyelids fluttering. "You fix a whiskey soda like that, rest assured I'm not going anywhere anytime soon."
"As long as I keep the booze flowing?" he teased.
"That, sure," she giggled. "But feel free to keep doing the other thing too." He felt the blood rush down to between his legs as he just barely managed to swallow his whiskey down the right pipe. "And if you perform even slightly as well as you just did, I'm not sure anybody could pry me out of here."
"W-Well, my rental for this place ends on-on—That's not the point. Sorry." He was losing his footing again. "Um, something something seductive seductive." He hit her with a smoldering look then, making her eyes widen followed by a tickled laugh.
"You are something else," she said through her laughter, her blue eyes bright. "I like you, Chuck."
His chest was filled with something almost hot, everything in him buzzing. "I like you too."
She took a bigger drink of her whiskey soda and then licked her lips thoughtfully, a small smile on her face. Then she reached over and set the remainder of it to the side, before she switched her gaze back to his.
"I'm not sure I should trust you. Or this," she said then, and he raised his eyebrows, confused. "You're a little too good to be true, Chuck Bartowski. Too sweet. Too honest. Way, way too good with your mouth." He felt himself blushing as his eyes widened further. "And I'm wondering how many other girls you worked this kind of magic on before me. It's disarming. It's working."
"W-What?" He felt a little panicked. "I'm not sure I can make myself, er, finish early. Nor would I want to. I think you can trust at least that."
She burst into laughter. He blushed harder.
"Oh my God, just when I think you can't be any cuter," she said through a happy chuckle. He squirmed in discomfort and he watched as a more sober look crossed her face, a bit of self-reprimand in a wince. "I'm sorry. I am probably sounding a little condescending here. I don't mean to. I just…don't feel like I was prepared for you to be so…"
"Nerdy? Dweeby? Goofy?" he offered, ruffling his own hair and finishing his drink. He set it to the side and turned to face her better.
"You're definitely a goofball, and apparently a nerd, too." He ducked his head a little. But then her fingers combed a delicious pattern through his curls and forced his eyes back up to hers. There was a look he couldn't figure out on her beautiful face. "But I wasn't ready for you to be this…you, I guess."
"Me?"
"Yeah, you're just…here. And you."
"I don't know what that means."
She wrinkled her nose cutely. "I'm not sure I do, either."
He giggled. "Well, you experienced firsthand just how not-prepared I was for you." She gave him a reprimanding look and he held up his hands quickly. "At first."
Sarah got a look in her eye then, a bit of mischief. And then she tucked her arms under the sheets. He wasn't sure what she was doing, squirming around, her knees bobbing up and down under the covers as she shifted her weight, and then there was no mistaking what she'd done, because one of her hands popped up from the sheets by her shoulder, her lace panties dangling provocatively from her pointer finger. She raised an eyebrow at him. "Think you're properly prepared yet?"
Chuck felt the breath leave his body as he gaped at her. She held her panties over the side of the bed and let them slowly drift off the end of her finger to land somewhere on the floor with a quiet but powerful swishhhh.
"Oh, I'd really like to try," he said.
She was still giggling as he closed the distance and kissed her, holding her with one hand at the back of her head.
Things moved fast from there, and he felt her pushing at the waistband of his boxers with both hands, making soft little whimpering sounds against his mouth. It lit him up from the inside out to hear it, glad he wasn't the only one desperate for this to happen again.
Chuck arched himself off the mattress and shoved his boxers down, out of the way, kicking and panting like a crazy person to get them off, finally getting rid of them down at the end of the bed, lost to the covers.
Before he could act, Sarah had swung a leg over to straddle him again, and she pushed him against the headboard, letting Chuck take a moment to fix the pillow behind him so that his back wasn't shoved right up against the metal.
The smile on her face as she pushed her forehead against his, cupping his face, nuzzling his nose, made something inside of him absolutely sing, and he grinned back at her, trying not to dwell on the fact that he'd never been as happy as he was in that very moment, and the inevitable sex was the least of it.
It wasn't until she sat on him again, easing his manhood into her, surrounding him, that he felt nerves assail him. She was already holding onto his shoulders, gyrating, her mouth falling open in pleasure with a loud gasp.
Chuck didn't want what happened the first time to happen again. Maybe he was being paranoid, but he needed to last this time. Sure, maybe his pride had taken a bit of a hit, and maybe he was being stereotypical and focusing on the wrong things… She was still here after all. And on top of him. Very on top of him.
He groaned, grabbing onto her hips and whimpering as she rode him, not pulling or pushing, letting her take control.
He needed to do something, though, because if he wasn't careful, she could do something that meant a repeat of earlier.
And there was nothing in the world he wanted more in that moment than to give her every last bit of himself.
Chuck thought that meant he needed to take control.
He hoped she didn't mind as he let go of her hips and wrapped an arm around the small of her back, rolling them both over to pin her back against the pillows. She gasped, and then an eager smile blossomed on her face, and the smile fell away into awe as he began thrusting.
Chuck angled his torso away from hers and braced his palms on either side of her shoulders, making his strokes hard and long.
"Chuck, yes!" she whimpered, throwing her head back, her fingers grappling for something to hold onto. She had one hand on his chest, combing through his hair there, and the fingers of her other hand found his waist, curling around it and digging into his back.
But he wanted to feel more of her, he felt too far away after a few minutes, so he crawled back down on top of her and pushed his arms between her back and the bed, cradling her to him in a tight hug, burying his face in her hair that smelled like lavender and something else intoxicating.
Sarah cursed against his ear and wrapped herself around him, her arms around his shoulders, her legs around his waist.
She just clung to him tightly, almost like her life depended on it, and as he jerked himself into her with desperate and strong thrusts, he could feel her muscles surrounding him start to tense.
Her wanton whimpers got higher pitched as he moved on top of her, and he didn't stop until she shook beneath him, his name on her lips, a loud moan in his ear. He winced, but otherwise didn't complain, grinning as he nipped at her jaw with his teeth, gyrating his hips slowly, deeply, to make the sensations last for her.
Chuck didn't know how long they stayed in that position, but he had nothing to worry about, because he continued to thrust into her for a long time, their bodies curled around one another, rocking together, even as Sarah climaxed again…and then again.
He reached up to hold on, tilting at an angle again and shutting his eyes as he began to bounce himself down against her, and he lost his concentration a bit, gravity and momentum taking control of his movements, the sound of her pleasure sending him into another stratosphere.
That was all Sarah had needed, because just like that, she got him to roll onto his back so that she laid on top of him.
She giggled as she peered down at the shocked look he felt come over his face. He stopped worrying. He just licked his lips and let his hands fall to her ass, holding on as she started thrusting her hips.
Sarah shifted to push herself up, leaning over him, grabbing onto the top of the headboard with one hand and bracing the other against his shoulder. She tossed her hair out of her face, then he felt her prop the tops of her feet on his thighs just above his knees, before she began to gyrate on his cock, her movements quick and powerful.
"Yes!" he panted, followed by a string of encouragements, his eyes practically crossing. He didn't understand how anything could feel this good.
Wrapping his arms around her, he locked his wrists together and began to pull her against him, making her go a little faster.
Sarah cried out, biting her lip, her hair falling over her face again, and Chuck let go of her, reaching up to help, pushing her hair back out of the way.
"Thank you," she panted, a sparkle in her eyes.
"Oh, y-you're welcome," he panted back, only having it in him to give a weak smile back because she sat up straight in his lap, and even leaned back a bit, slipping her feet back onto the bed and bracing both of her palms on his thighs.
She rolled her hips gingerly at first, her movements controlled, concentration in her stunning features. And Chuck felt a shock go through his system at how good it felt. Was it the position, or was she just that good at this? He didn't know, and he was finally shutting himself up. He didn't care. He just wanted more of this.
He dragged a hand up her front and closed it around one of her breasts, holding on for dear life as her gyrating became less measured. She began to jerk on him, quick shallow movements.
"Ah! Yes!" She threw her head back and her body tensed above him as she climaxed.
Chuck sat up and held her as she pitched to the side, and he guided her back onto the mattress, swinging himself on top of her again, pressing her into the bed and thrusting hard.
Sarah bent one of her legs at his waist and he slapped his hand down onto her thigh, holding on tight as she whimpered his name encouragingly. Maybe it was twenty minutes, maybe more, but he lost himself so completely in Sarah Walker that his own finish took him by surprise. He hadn't even felt it approaching until he felt her hand slide down to grab onto his ass. He shuddered above her, burying his face in her shoulder and groaning, thrusting slowly, emptying himself.
He breathed hard once he stilled above her, but before he could pull himself out and roll off of her to keep from crushing her with his weight, Sarah grabbed him tight.
"No, don't… Stay," she panted, and as he eased himself back onto her chest, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and hugged him tight. Their deep, ragged breaths matched, their chests rising and falling together, and he wondered if he'd ever felt this good in his whole life.
+ —
Sarah snuck down the hallway of the condo, practically tiptoeing, once she heard the telltale sound of her date singing something. What he was singing, she didn't know. He was singing under his breath almost, so it was hard to figure out what it actually was.
He probably thought she was still in his shower and felt safe enough to do it. Once they'd settled onto their respective sides of the bed, lying close, hands clasped together between them, Sarah worked up the nerve to ask him if she could use his shower. It had taken him a good thirty seconds to actually find his boxers and he'd made her laugh, being like a kid the way he'd crawled down under the covers to feel around for them. Then he'd pulled them on and grabbed her a clean towel, taking a robe that would definitely be too large for her out of his bag and hanging it behind the door for her. It was really sweet, his hospitality genuine and unpracticed.
It made her smile as she peeked around the corner and watched as he stood in the corner of the room, running his finger over the records that were stored on a shelf, perusing them.
Chuck wore his boxers, a different pair this time, with a plain white T-shirt. His hair stuck up every which way, and she thought maybe if she got closer, she'd be able to see where her fingers had combed through the curls. He looked so comfortable she wanted to just lean into him, let him wrap her up in his arms, and fall asleep or something.
He hummed a little louder, mumbling something about a moon maybe? She still couldn't tell. And it didn't matter anyway, because he let out an, "Aha!" and tugged one of the records out. She couldn't tell what he'd picked, but he whistled then, a jolly little tune that made her beam as she slowly made her way past the kitchen and into the living area.
Perching on the arm of the couch and shifting the robe she was right about being too large for her so that it covered her legs better, Sarah watched him put the record on, carefully lowering the needle and taking a step back to survey his handy work as quiet jazz played from the large speakers.
He turned around to face her then and jumped with a "Ah!"
Sarah cracked up, holding out a hand towards him apologetically. "I'm sorry! I didn't know you hadn't heard me come out."
That was a lie.
And his reaction hadn't disappointed.
Chuck laughed, blushing, one hand on the back of his neck. "You are super sneaky, wow. Thanks. That… wow."
She felt bad. "Sorry…"
"It's okay," he chuckled. And then his brown eyes slipped down her body, and back up again to her face. She saw him swallow hard. "How's it, um, fit?"
Giggling, she stood up and let the sleeves fall past her hands. "This must be kind of short on you at the bottom because I'm, like, half a foot shorter than you are and it isn't even touching the ground.
He smiled at her, his eyes soft, and he closed the distance. "Well, good. It means you aren't gonna be tripping around the condo all night."
"All night, huh?" she teased.
He blushed even as he continued as if she hadn't said anything. "Here, let me just roll these sleeves up a bit… and voila. I'm a regular seamstress."
Sarah laughed, swishing around the sleeves a bit. He'd rolled them to her knuckles which actually was much better. "Thank you. You are."
And then she put her hands on his waist, scrunching her fists up in his shirt and pulling him in close. "Also, your shower is amazing." She moved onto her tiptoes to kiss him lightly, easing back down to her heels.
"It isn't mine. Technically, I'm just a renter. And in a few days, back I go to LA."
"Still."
"Still." He smirked. "It is a really nice shower. I—"
But then there was a buzzing sound, like a door buzzer. "What was that?" she asked as his eyes went big.
"Oh. It's… Crap, wait…" He checked his watch. "Oh! Wow, time flies. Um…" She gave him an expectant look, wondering why he suddenly got so flustered. "Just…um, a sec…" Chuck rushed over to the keypad, pressing a button and talking close to the mic. "Hi! Hi there. Um, just come on in and take the elevator up to the eighth floor."
Sarah's eyes popped. "What? Who's that?" she hissed.
Chuck winced. "More like what. Um, you should hide though. Since I know that you…"
Sarah had no clue what was going on, but she ducked down behind the couch.
"That works," she heard him chirp, and she could hear the elevator doors out in the hallway.
A moment later, there was a knock.
She heard Chuck open the door.
"Sonny! I didn't expect the boss himself to make the delivery!" The boss? What was this? But then she heard the rustling of bags, and she smelled something…
"It's my pleasure, kid," the guy with the typical Brooklyn accent said. "On my way home to the wife anyway, my last delivery, and then I get to have my ear yelled off."
"In trouble, huh? You can set it all here on the counter," she heard Chuck say. She could smell the food now. She just didn't quite know what it was yet. It smelled delicious. Basil maybe?
"Told her I'd be back by 8 last night. Ended up bein' midnight. Now how was I supposed to know the seafood delivery would be so late?"
"Awww no! She didn't understand?"
"'Course not. We ask for a little understanding and that's too much. Too much, ya know? So home I go, early this time. Hey, anyways, what's with all of this food, huh? This can't be just for you."
Sarah bit her lip, smiling, even as her heart raced.
"It's, um…not."
"Ohhh boy! A lady friend, huh? Anybody I know?" She thought she heard a loud thump and Chuck grunting.
"Nope."
That was most likely a lie.
"Is she pretty?"
"Unrivaled, Sonny." Sarah blushed, smiling harder.
"Eeeyyyyy that's right, kid! I swear, every time you come into my restaurant, you look like you're running yourself ragged. I says to Millie, that boy, he runs himself ragged. He needs a break. I don't tell anybody this, 'cause you know I have some decency, but I tell you what, kid… Get yourself laid."
"Uhhhh…"
Sarah clasped a hand over her mouth to suppress the laughter that threatened to explode out of her.
"You know what I mean? Get laid. And often. Live it up. You enjoy tonight, kid, okay?"
"I, um….I will….sir."
"You earned this. I bless you with the magic of my people, okay? Batting 1000 in the sack."
"Wow. Okay, Sonny. Thanks so much. I really appreciate your, um, blessings."
"Sure, kid. Sure. Anytime. And remember what I said about chilling that champagne. If you do it right, it can be a real aphrodisiac."
"That's great! Okay! So nice seeing ya, Sonny. Enjoy this tip. Tell Millie hello. And the guys. Okay."
"Have fun, kiddo!"
Poor Chuck. Poor, poor Chuck.
She heard the door close, and then silence.
And she oh so slowly eased up from behind the couch, leaning her hip against it and pursing her lips, crossing her arms.
"I, um… planned a big…dinner." Chuck still stood in the middle of the room, gesturing at the bags piled high on the counter. "Didn't…quite…plan for that conversation, though, I'll admit."
Sarah laughed, shaking her head. "No, I could tell."
"Could you?" He winced and scoffed, shaking his head. "For the record, I had no idea he was like that."
"Suuuuuure you didn't. You two guys talk about sex with baseball metaphors all the time, I bet." He narrowed his eyes at her as she laughed. "Hey, listen. You earned this," she quoted at him with a Brooklyn accent.
"Haaa haaa," he mocked, making a face at her. She could see the amusement, and the embarrassment, still on his handsome features though. "Listen, Sonny makes the best basil and spinach tortellini on this side of the Atlantic. It's worth the cringeworthy sidebar."
"He means well, I'll give him that." She followed Chuck to the counter and took a good whiff. "Mmmm. Italian, huh?"
"It's the safest," he said with a shrug. "But Sonny cooks the real Italian stuff, okay? None of the Americanized shit. His family's straight out of Tuscany."
"So you're telling me you didn't get Olive Garden for our date."
Chuck cracked up. "No damn way. I'm pulling out all the stops for you. Traditional Italian." And as he untied the bags, easing the large containers out, he popped open one of the lids and gestured to the food inside. "Take a big sniff of that beef braciole."
"Oh my God." She did and she melted. "Oh my God, my mouth is actually watering. I didn't realize how hungry I was until I smelled all of this. What else did you get?" she asked, excitement in her chest.
He giggled, going over to the table and grabbing the two plates she hadn't even seen there until now. He'd set the table for them, with a candle in the middle and champagne flutes, wine glasses, folded cloth napkins…
"Chuck…"
"Of course I got the tortellini. Stuffed tomatoes. You aren't allergic to pine nuts are you?" he asked, spinning around to look at her as he started dishing up the slices of braciole.
"No allergies."
"Oh, thank God. I didn't even think to ask. Pine nuts are all over this. Two kinds of salad, a pear and pine nut arugula salad and then the caprese." She watched him pop open each container, heaping a bunch of each thing onto her plate. "Stop me if there's anything you don't want to try."
"Uh, no I will not. Keep piling."
That made him laugh, and then he did the same with his own plate, grabbing both and taking them to the table, setting them on opposite sides from one another. "Let me just grab the champagne. Do you want a red wine with that? Chianti or something? I think I have a pinot too."
Sarah was speechless. "Uh, yeah. Sure. Whatever is open."
She watched him bustle around, opening bottles, rushing to the table, pouring. She waited for him to finish pouring the chilled champagne before she finally got her footing enough to tease him. "So did you chill the champagne right, Chuck? You know, to make it an aphrodisiac?"
He coughed a little and sent her a warning look. She liked it. And she sashayed her way to the table to stand beside him. "He's… Well, taste the food. You'll love him after you taste the food."
She laughed, letting him pull her chair out for her to sit in it. "I feel a little silly in this robe, considering we're eating what looks like probably very expensive food, drinking wine from…Jesus, 15 years ago…Chuck!" She'd peered at the bottle of chianti he'd set on the table after pouring for them.
Chuck shrugged. "I think we both earned it. And hey, don't worry about the robe. I'm not exactly Prince Charming over here." He gestured to his own get-up and plopped down in the chair opposite her.
"Who says?" she asked softly, smiling at him.
He raised his eyebrows, then smiled slowly. "Wow. That was good. You're quick. That got me."
"What can I say? Sometimes I've got it."
He scoffed. "Sometimes. Pfft." And then his eyes fastened on the candle in the middle. "Oh shit, wait! Candle! Wait!"
Sarah watched him scamper boyishly to the kitchen, rummaging through a drawer, and then he dashed back over, scratching the match on the side of the box and carefully lighting the candle.
"Perfect." He sat down then, grabbing his flute and lifting it. "The last time we drank champagne together, did you picture us here, like this? 'Cause I sure didn't."
She laughed, beaming at him and picking up her own flute. "I definitely did not. Especially not wrapped up in your robe. I mean, if I saw a moment like this for myself, it would've had a dress involved, or at least a skirt. A little more makeup. My hair not a holy wreck…"
"And a guy who works in something a lot more interesting than technology, with a 6 pack and better hair, who doesn't read comic books, and enjoys a much more refined taste for movies, aka some Tribeca foreign films from Sweden instead of, like, sci-fi movies from the 60s with giant bugs and aliens," he finished.
Sarah just watched him closely, not sharing in his self-deprecating smile. She gathered herself for a moment, wondering what woman had hurt him in the past that he felt the need to say something like that, even if it was in jest. It wasn't polite for her to outright ask, and she searched for something to say that both didn't berate him and didn't encourage what he'd just said.
"Chuck, I have to tell you…" She smiled a little, sweeping her eyes up to his. "I don't picture myself in scenes like this one," she gestured between them. "Because no guy has ever done anything like this before. Not for me. The…candle. 15 year old bottle of wine. Super fancy food. Maybe? Maybe, like, once? But it's the rest of it… It's you. So please don't be so mean to yourself, even joking. I've dated enough guys with 6 packs to know firsthand that none of them can do what you just did to me. So fuck their carefully crafted 6 packs." He smiled slowly at her, his eyes lighting up, his shoulders straightening. "The movies about the giant bugs and aliens, though? Yikes." She made a face.
Chuck laughed and reached across the table with his glass. Grinning, feeling pretty proud of herself for getting him to laugh that hard, she clinked her champagne with his and took a sip.
"Mmmmm, oh that's good champagne."
"Oh yeah? Doing anything for you?" He wiggled his eyebrows and she cracked up.
The food was amazing, melting in her mouth practically. And she couldn't stop the sounds she kept emitting as they ate.
"I've never had meat this tender, oh my God. It's falling apart in my mouth," she exclaimed, shutting her eyes and savoring the taste.
"Told ya. My guy Sonny is a must-visit whenever I have to be in New York for NTI. Even if he does have some, um…interesting encouragement tactics."
The memory of the other man "encouraging" Chuck to get laid made her laugh again. "I mean, he was a little bit sexist, I won't lie. And it was kind of gross, but… he wasn't wrong about the whole getting laid thing."
Chuck blushed, glancing off to the side with a wince. "He couldn't have known that you were already here."
"And that you'd already gotten laid." She couldn't help it. She had to see his reaction. "I'll tell you what, too, you were definitely batting 1000."
"Whoooooaaaaa okay."
They laughed together and kept eating, and he kept pouring champagne, until that ran out and they instead focused on the pinot.
She had enough in her system to still have her head on straight, but it did make her more talkative. Which is how he got her talking about her job.
"So you acted with Bobby Xander himself. The actual guy…!"
"Yeah," she said, nodding.
"Wowww. I have to tell you, I watched a lot of Xander's movies when I was growing up, Sarah. Like…to the point where I had the sweatshirt with the ripped off sleeves things. And I'd put the hood up just like Bobby Xander in 'Devil's Time to Die'."
Sarah laughed. "Oh my God, I can see you doing that. He was actually really nice. Didn't treat me like shit, just treated me like a human, like a coworker."
"Ahh man. That makes me really happy. I feel like it would shatter my childhood memories if one of the coolest guys onscreen was a total asshole." She watched as he shook his head in awe. "I really wish I'd kept up with his body of work, though. I would've gone to see 'Wicked Bold' and I would've seen you in it and maybe I would've recognized you on the beach."
"As the blonde who punches out the bank robber in Bobby Xander's 'Wicked Bold'?" she asked, laughing. "I'm actually really, really glad that you didn't."
"Really?" he asked. They'd since finished the food, packing the leftovers away in the fridge and stacking the plates in the sink. Chuck refused to make her do the dishes with him, and she insisted she do the dishes, so he decided on no dishes at all, and instead they sat on the couch with their wine.
Sarah had since pulled her legs up under her body, feeling supremely comfortable in nothing but Chuck's robe, her hair up in a messy bun, completely at ease in this moment.
The wine was helping.
"Yeah, really. I like that you didn't know who I was. No expectations, no ideas of what I must be like from the tabloids. For once, I was just a girl at the beach."
"Woman at the beach," he corrected. "Definitely a woman." Sarah flushed at that, catching the momentary look he'd given the expanse of skin on her thigh that the robe was revealing as it came apart. She left it, smirking. And he cleared his throat. "Woman who nearly killed me."
Sarah groaned, laughing as she flopped against the back of the couch dramatically. "Oh my God, you're going to do this to me forever, aren't you?"
"Yes. Absolutely."
"Well, I'm going to keep being melodramatic back at you over it."
"I expect no less. Bring it on."
"Oh I will," she flirted. "I'll go full Bobby Xander on your ass."
Chuck burst into laughter, nearly spilling his wine as he'd been holding it up to his lips to drink. He had to reach over and set it on the coffee table quickly, swallowing and choking. "That was evil," he rasped as she leaned in to pat him on the back.
"Are you okay?"
"Like you care. Saying something like that to me while I'm mid-drink…"
He coughed a few more times and thumped himself on the chest.
"Sorry," she giggled.
"Suuuure you are." Then he shook his head. "I just can't believe it. Still. Bobby Xander. I'm like…" He reached over and put his hand on her knee that was only partially covered by his robe. "It's like the 6 degrees of Kevin Bacon, sort of. I'm touching you and you were in a movie with The Xander, so it's almost like I'm touching him."
She snorted. "Hopefully not on his knee, Chuck."
He laughed and she felt almost cheeky for getting him to laugh that hard.
"Okay that's fair." But his hand had since slipped under the cotton of the robe, his thumb rubbing an exciting circle against her bare skin. He seemed to finally realize what he was doing and he cleared his throat, stopping, pulling his hand back into his own lap.
"I'm not Bobby Xander," she said quietly, watching him closely as she reached over to take his hand and put it back on her. Only this time, she pushed his hand under the robe so that it was clutching her thigh right above her knee.
His Adam's apple bobbed. "I absolutely know that," he breathed.
She felt his grip tighten against her skin.
There wasn't much left in her wine glass anyway, so she just tossed the rest of it back, not bothering to pause to savor it as she set the glass on the coffee table next to his, and she crawled close to him, pressing her hands against his chest and running them up to his shoulders.
Chuck just smiled, the corners of his eyes wrinkling, and he took her by her hips. She giggled lustily and swung a leg over him, straddling him. She knelt over him and sighed as he pressed a kiss to her chest bone between her breasts as the robe started to come untied. "Nope…definitely not Bobby Xander."
Sarah stopped and pulled back, looking down at him flatly. "I'm really not thinking about him right now, and I'd like to continue this without having to worry that you are thinking about him."
He chuckled and shook his head. "Sorry. Sorry, I'm not. I, um…promise…" he muttered as she closed her fingers around the knot in the robe sash, pulling slowly to untie it. "Oh my God," he whispered as the robe came apart, revealing her nakedness beneath.
She reveled in the feeling of his warm touch against her hips, her waist, and then down again to her thighs. The way he used his hands, how he squeezed her in just the right spots, the absolute lack of possessiveness, the lack of greed.
All of that aside, it just felt so good. She shivered as he leaned in to press a kiss to her chest again, shifting the cotton to the side so that he could brush his lips against her rib, before tilting his head back so that he could press his mouth to the underside of her breast.
Sarah bit her lip and tilted her head back, breathing out a wanton, "Chuck…"
And when his grip tightened and he pulled her flush against him, she felt his mouth envelop her nipple and she whimpered, her eyes shutting. His tongue swept over it, flicking it a few times, sending tingles through her body. And she slipped a hand up into his hair.
His mouth pulled back and she expected it to instead wrap around her other nipple. But then she heard his voice, still quiet, reverent even.
"Are there any other action stars you've worked with that I need to know about?"
Sarah's eyes snapped open and she arched herself back, dropping her hands on his shoulders, her mouth gaping. "Are you serious right now?" she exclaimed, coming down from the clouds and cracking up as he gave her a cheeky look. He wasn't serious.
"I'm gonna kick your ass," she laughed as he tightened his arms around her midsection and buried his face in her neck, nipping her there. She liked this version of Chuck Bartowski—the mischief and teasing. The cheekiness.
Maybe he'd had just the right amount of champagne and wine too.
"Vin Diesel?"
"No. What is wrong with you?"
"If you say Bruce Willis, I might actually squeal like a teenaged girl."
She cracked up and shook her head. "You're pushing your luck."
"Sorry, sorry," he said sincerely, chuckling good-naturedly and letting go of her, holding his hands up.
She smirked. "Good. Apology accepted." And then she bit her lip, about two seconds away from starting things up again, finding a place to press her lips that would make him shiver beneath her.
But then he spoke up again. "Can I just ask you a question? A serious one, has nothing to do with my favorite action stars. I promise."
Sarah wasn't sure she believed him, but she nodded.
"Why modeling? I mean, how'd you get into it?" He shrugged. "I mean, it's not like, I dunno, somebody inheriting their dad's car shop or anything like that."
She sat back a little, sitting on his thighs, and she regarded him closely. How didn't he already know that? Her origin story as a model had been printed so many times now, her mom taking her to an agency, her blatantly dazzling looks even at 13 immediately putting her in front of their photographer, how she'd been deemed "a natural" and "special", and she took off like crazy after her first modeling gig. He just had to do a rudimentary search of her name on google and he'd know the answer to that. And he had to have searched her once he found out who she was. It would be so easy for him to do that.
But she told him anyway because he asked. "Well, um…"
"If that's private and you don't want to tell me, it's okay."
"No! No, no, it isn't…Well, if it ever was private, it definitely isn't anymore. That's for sure." He gave her a wry smile and nodded. "One of my mom's old friends told her about some modeling agency looking for young new talents. I was 13 or so, maybe 12, I don't remember which. My mom took me, they liked me, and from there…? Well, here I am."
"So you liked it? Modeling?"
"Back when I first went to the agency? Well, it wasn't really my idea and I had no inclination to actually do what my mom wanted me to do because that was the age, you know?" He chuckled and nodded vigorously. "Fuck what my mom wants me to do. I do what I want to do. You know. That whole thing. It was really weird at first, but then it kind of calmed me once it was just me and the pros, my mom waiting outside. I felt in control. Of myself, what I did with my own body. It wasn't the toxic atmosphere I think people imagine with modeling. Not that those don't exist, I've had to make my way through a lot of that too, but those specific people that day were…great. And I think it triggered something in me." She huffed, embarrassed suddenly as she pulled the robe closed more, biting her lip. "I probably sound so full of myself. Like I love the attention of being pampered and stuck in front of a camera. But it-it isn't like that, I don't know how to describe it."
"I don't think you sound full of yourself," he said quietly, and he reached up to tuck some of her hair away from her face behind her ear. "You're confident about your looks, your body, confident enough to have people taking pictures of you. And you should be. You're objectively the most stunning person I've ever seen in my life. The fact that you aren't a giant-headed monster when you're THIS beautiful is frankly a miracle." She laughed, blushing. "All I can assume is your parents did a good job raising you."
Well, he really hadn't read anything on her if he thought her parents had something to do with any of it. Her career had carried her out of the neglect in one piece. That wasn't altogether all that fair, though, because her mom tried 65% of the time, her dad less than that. And her grandma did her best to make up for all of that before she passed away.
"What?"
He must have seen something on her face.
Sarah eyed him quietly, taking in his handsome, curious features. He really didn't know. She didn't understand it at all. "I guess I'm just surprised you don't…know this stuff." He furrowed his brow in question. "About me, I mean. How I was discovered, my career, my…parents. I mean, there are entire exposés out there about all of that. And I'm sure it's on my Wikipedia if you google my name. I don't know for sure, I-I don't like looking at myself on the Internet. That's asking for trouble."
Chuck nodded slowly, gazing off to the side for a moment. And then he looked her right in her blue eyes, golden flecks playing near his pupils, she noticed in the waning sunlight coming into the room from the large windows.
"Uh, well… I just so happened to make a, um, decision to—This is going to sound weird maybe." He winced.
"What?"
"Well, I know now that you're obviously super famous, and it's that much more embarrassing that I didn't know who you were even when you told me your name that night on the veranda." She didn't like that he got embarrassed about that when that was one of the biggest reasons why she'd been so drawn to him. "I'm sure I could've just plopped down that night after my meeting was finished and combed through so much…just…shit on the Internet. I could've probably learned everything I wanted to know because that's the nature of…celebrity."
"Isn't it just," she said wryly, smirking at him.
"I almost did do that, too. Just because I wanted to know…you. But I didn't do that. And I didn't really know why at first, but once I thought more about it, once I met you another 2 times, it just felt like…" He sighed and his hand landed on her thigh over the cotton of the robe. It almost felt unconscious and that made her heart do things that felt…strange. "Sarah, I don't wanna learn about you from some freaking random stranger fan of yours who went onto your Wikipedia page and added details they probably shouldn't even know about someone they've never even met."
All she could do was blink at him.
He sat up a bit straighter, leaning his chest into hers, looking right into her eyes. "I want to get to know you like this."
She gave him a teasing smile and tugged at the robe covering her chest, flashing a little boob at him to make him laugh. It worked even as he blushed adorably.
"Not like that—Wait, but I'm not complaining about that. I mean, like that too. Obviously. I mean of course. I-I mean…" God, he was the cutest guy she'd ever met. She couldn't help giggling at him as she propped her elbows on his shoulders and smiled at him. "I mean personally. I mean, you know, getting to know YOU as a person. Not Sarah Walker the famous supermodel and actress. I want to know more about you by being around you, hanging out with you. Moments like this where we're just…sharing. Two people…sharing."
She wasn't sure if she was gaping at him or not, but she knew her heart was hammering against her ribcage.
He'd actively made a decision not to google her name, not to learn everything he could get his hands on about her because he'd wanted to get to know her by being around her and talking to her. Like she was a regular human being he'd met…well, at the beach when she'd nearly killed him with Carina's surfboard.
Wow.
She let out a rough breath and looked at him steadily. "So you're not gonna google me and see all those paparazzi pictures of me…" Kissing other men, drinking at parties, the less…intelligent moments of her late teens and early twenties. The acting out the CIA had quickly put its foot down about. "…erm, or the articles about my personal life, the shit with my parents, the…relationship crap."
He sighed. "Shit with your parents, huh?" She winced. "Hm. Not that I don't wanna learn that stuff about you. Because I do. But the way I see it, you're a woman I'd like to get to know. And it gives dudes an unfair advantage that they can just look you up and know all this stuff about you in a way they wouldn't with some…woman they meet who's an accountant."
Sarah's eyebrows raised and she smiled slowly, feeling a genuine need for this man building in her lower stomach. He really was something else. "So if I were to google you, would I find anything unsavory like you…honestly might if you stumbled onto some of the tabloid shit that's followed me around?"
"Um." He frowned. "I'm not followed by the paps, that's for sure. So probably not. And NTI is very, very important to me. It's—A lot of myself has gone into that place, I have a lot of employees relying on me, and a public to satisfy with my products."
She held in the urge to tease him about perhaps satisfying her with his products. Because it was stupid. And she felt like she owed more to this moment.
"So what you're saying is…we have a pact? Not to look one another up in any search engines?" She lifted one eyebrow.
"I'm not holding you to anything." He shook his head.
"No, I wanna be held to it. Hold me to it. Because it's…" She sighed, scooting in close to him and gently cupping his jaw in one hand, playing with one of his curls in her other hand. "Chuck, it's lovely. I like it. No googling. Just getting to know one another like this."
He teased the collar of the robe. "Like…this?"
Sarah really liked this guy a lot. She beamed at him. "Oh, definitely like this."
"Right now?"
"Absolutely right now."
The robe came apart and his hands were on her body again, stroking her bare skin. She kissed him hard, cupping his face, and when she felt his hands grip her naked thighs, she whimpered, grabbing at his shirt and tugging it up his torso.
They broke the kiss and he lifted his arms up over his head, grinning up at her so happily her insides melted as she pulled the shirt off. It tweaked his nose on the way off and he grunted, twisting his nose up and wincing.
"Sorry," she giggled, and she leaned in to kiss it.
"It's okay," he chuckled back, and they met gazes and dove in again. She scooted herself so that she was sitting against his hardness, shifting her weight to push down against him, and as she played with the hair on his chest in gentle but wanton fingers, she began to thrust against him.
He groaned, grabbing at her hips and holding on. All that was between them joining were his boxers. And he must have realized it too a few moments later, because he let go of her and started desperately pushing at the waistband, trying to get them off.
Sarah giggled into his kiss and pulled back rising up onto her knees so that he could shove the boxers down and kick them off, out of the way.
The robe fell off of her shoulders and clung to her forearms as she held onto his shoulders, ignoring the cotton garment entirely as she lowered herself, guiding him inside of her.
His body went tense against hers as she slipped him as deep as possible, sitting all of her weight in his lap.
She gave herself a moment to adjust, shivering in his arms that wrapped around her back, and then she hugged herself around his shoulders and began to ride him.
His hands were red hot against her skin as he held her by her waist, and he buried his face in her neck. Sarah shut her eyes and let everything wash over her, the feeling of him under her, inside of her, the way his hands cradled her, his touch, his hot breath on her neck.
She whimpered his name into his hair and moved her hips faster, slipping a hand up to hold onto the back of the couch behind him. Tingles exploded through her body and she gasped, leaning back to look into his face. His eyelids fluttered, awe in his features, and he gave a quick upward thrust of his own hips, the angle making her cry out, spots dancing in her vision.
And then he began to meet her thrusts, both of them reaching, moving together, holding on.
As her head fell back, her chest heaving with her efforts, the sensations absolutely electrifying, Sarah heard him breathe out a halting, "You're so amazing, Sarah. You're so amazing…" He repeated it one more time in a groan.
A wave of something hot swept through her. She thought maybe it was the unashamed desire in his voice, how badly he wanted her and didn't care if she knew it. And then she opened her eyes and watched him even as she continued to thrust in his lap. His hands had fallen to the couch on either side of him, his body completely and totally opened up to her, his head back, almost as if he was surrendering himself to her.
She'd never seen a man make himself this vulnerable before. And he did it unabashedly.
Sarah slid a hand back to hold onto his knee, ignoring the discomfort in the way the robe still clung to her arms, and she reached up with the other hand to cup his face. Leaning back at a delicious angle, she began to jerk her hips back and forth.
She watched as his eyes snapped open, his jaw dropping. He shivered beneath her and whimpered, slowing his own thrusts and just holding onto her thighs in both hands, his eyes practically crossing before they settled for watching what she was doing.
Sarah felt her finish approaching but didn't miss a beat when it finally crashed over her, whimpering his name and shutting her eyes only momentarily. But before she could continue what she was doing, Chuck surged forward and wrapped his arms around her lower back, pressing his lips to her collarbone and panting her name. Shivers wracked through her at the sound of the lust dripping in every syllable of her name on his lips as he repeated it over and over.
And then his hand landed on her thigh and gave it a bit of a tug. She thought she understood what he wanted and she shifted her legs so that she wasn't kneeling on the couch straddling him anymore, instead sitting heavily on his lap and uncurling her legs at his waist, just enough to press her knees against the couch back on either side of his torso.
Chuck hunched forward and captured one of her breasts in his mouth, starting to bounce up against her. His fists tangled in the robe as he gripped her back tightly, and within half a minute, she came again, twisting her fingers in his hair and moaning at how good it felt.
He switched his mouth to her other breast and kept going. She finally found her equilibrium again and planted her heels on the couch cushion, meeting his bouncing thrusts with her own, not stopping until she felt his body tighten up around hers, and the amazing heat of his finish filled her.
"Sarahnnggg!"
Sarah swept her hips back and forth gently then, rocking in his lap as he breathed gasping breaths against her chest. She made sure he was empty, and then stopped, just holding him as he shivered against her, running a hand over his curls and beaming wildly.
Time held no meaning for the model agent as she clung, reveling in the way he clung back, feeling needed in a way she'd never felt needed before. Everything else slipped away save for the man in her arms.
And as Chuck Bartowski slowly turned to lay her out over the couch, climbing on top of her and caressing her body with his lips again, she wondered if he didn't feel exactly the same.
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