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This story takes place at the beginning of season 4, after Chuck gets back on the team and starts participating in missions with Sarah and Casey again. I wanted to try something with multiple chapters. So here we go.

Warning: Sexual situations will be presented in detail. If that's not your thing, I'd steer clear of this one.

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck.

She wasn't sure what had prompted her to do it.

Maybe it was the insanity of the last few weeks.

There had been a different mission every two days. Stakeouts that lasted until the wee hours of the morning on some nights.

The last mission that finished just the other day had been the worst by a significant margin. They'd gone in undermanned thanks to an NSA analysts mistaken information. Sarah had taken a bullet to her lower ribcage. Thankfully her vest had taken the brunt of it, but the bruise had been painful. She had it easy compared to Casey, who suffered two bullets to the vest, and a third that nicked his arm and actually drew blood.

Chuck had gotten them out alive by throwing a flash grenade, and the mission had ended up successful, but not by much.

In the years before Operation Bartowski, Agent Sarah Walker would have preferred to be on some mission somewhere at any given moment. Workaholic was a weak term for what she was before. But now that she knew there was more to life than the CIA and missions and taking down the "bad guys", having back to back missions was absolutely draining and horrible. She needed a damn break. And what was more, she could see even Casey wearing down a little. Colonel John Casey, who threw a tantrum if he missed out on gunfire during missions.

After she and Casey were almost shot, though, Chuck was frayed at the edges, for lack of a better phrase. He'd been shaken up. And though the threesome was the most hardworking team the government had at the moment, they needed time to breathe.

Their success rate was through the roof now that Chuck was back on the team, and Sarah liked to think it wasn't just his flashes that helped. Her boyfriend was much more than the Intersect. He was a trained agent now, a good shot with a tranquilizer gun, knowledgeable in fighting, a tactical genius, and a brilliant analyst to boot.

And, she reminded herself, he'd saved her life the other day. And Casey's.

Instead of freaking out like she thought he might when he saw her brought to the ground by a guard's bullet, he dove to her side, checked to make sure the vest had caught most of it, called to Casey to make sure he was okay, and took the flashbang from the holster at Sarah's hip.

It was quick thinking. They had the intel, but they'd been cornered. And by using the stun grenade, he'd made sure they had a way out.

Without Chuck, she surely would have died on that mission.

She had come too close to losing him. They had come too close to losing each other.

Lying in bed next to Chuck two nights earlier, she had come to a decision. She, Chuck and Casey had earned a little time off.

So the next day, while Chuck and Casey were fulfilling their obligations at the Buy More, Sarah requested a call with General Beckman, and when the redheaded general's face popped up onscreen and the usual greetings were exchanged, Sarah didn't ask for vacation. She practically demanded it.

And much to her surprise, Beckman readily granted all three of them seven whole days. Seven whole days of no missions, no phone calls at three in the morning taken in Casey's living room, no all-night surveillance trips.

Seven days to heal emotionally, mentally, physically…

She'd had to resist throwing her hands in the air and screaming "Hallelujah" at the top of her lungs.

So here she was now, Sarah Walker, agent with the CIA, in the driver's seat of her Porsche, driving up the California coast to Cambria. Chuck had insisted on taking the route that led to the Pacific Coast Highway, and even though it was the slower way to get there, she had to admit she was glad he'd insisted. The California scenery along the way was incredibly beautiful. It varied so much, even within the three and a half hours the drive took.

Sarah looked away from the green fields to her left and eyed her boyfriend's profile. His face was set in contentment as the breeze coming in from her open windows ruffled his hair. It wasn't top-down season yet, considering how rainy it had been in the last few days, but Sarah couldn't say no when Chuck begged to open the windows.

The smell of the flowery breeze and fresh grass was too wonderful.

She bit her lip, letting her eyes run down his long figure, the way his knees were sticking up in front of him a bit, even though he had moved his seat back as far as it could go.

"What are you up to?" his voice rumbled from the seat beside her.

Sarah smirked. "What do you mean?"

"Uhuh. Like you don't know. You were just checking me out. Blatantly. There was blatant sweeping of your pretty blue eyes from here alll the way down to here," he teased, gesturing down his body.

"I'm not allowed to check you out?"

"Not when you're supposed to be focusing on driving, you're not. Any other time, you're more than welcome." He did his eyebrow dance.

Sarah laughed and reached over to put her hand on his thigh, squeezing. "You are such an old man sometimes."

"That's not what you said last night."

She wanted to say something to that. She really did. But she was already reminiscing about last night. It was one of those Morgan Might Hear But Who Cares situations. And it had been incredibly hot.

Maybe it was the thrill of knowing they had seven whole days off, and that they had rented a cabin with a view of the ocean, up on a hill away from the other homes in the neighborhood. Whatever it was, something had happened to both of them, and even though they were on the eve of a long drive the next day, they had spent hours upon hours wrapped up in each other.

Sarah found her heart rate increasing as she remembered how he had felt underneath her, his long fingers gripping her naked hips. The heat emanating from his body as she bucked on top of him.

Without realizing it, she squeezed Chuck's thigh harder and harder as she traveled further along the memory of the night before.

"Sarah? Um…ow…"

She blinked and let go of him. "Oh," she breathed. "Sorry. I got a little lost in thought."

"Yeah…" His voice was full of his smirk as he rubbed his leg with a wince. "I bet you did."

Sarah sent him a glare, lowering her eyes to where he was rubbing his leg. That was when she saw the evidence that he had been thinking about last night as well. She turned her gaze away from him then, smiling to herself, and feeling a little smug.

Maybe she was crazy, but what was the fun of being in a relationship like hers and Chuck's if there wasn't some spontaneity here and there?

Especially when they were on vacation.

She scanned the road for somewhere to pull off. Perhaps there was a rest stop or something.

They could be discrete. They were spies, after all.

For his part, Chuck continued to stare out his window, squirming a little as though he was attempting to relieve the extra tightness in the front of his pants without alerting her to it. At least she wasn't alone in her plight, even though Chuck seemed determined enough to keep from giving into it. What she was considering probably hadn't even occurred to him.

She didn't see any cars in front of her or behind her. No sign of life anywhere around them. Just rolling green hills, some patches of trees here and there…

So she made a decision.

It took a few minutes, but she finally saw what looked like a few buildings behind one of those patches of trees, a dirt road leading off of the highway. She decided it had to be a rest stop of some sort.

Sarah made a sudden turn off of the two-lane route and drove onto the dirt road, ignoring Chuck's concerned look as he spun to face her.

"What are you doing? Are you okay? Is the car out of gas? I swear, I put the right kind in at the station. Flat tire? Are you sick? Someone following us?" He whipped around to look out of the rear window.

"Shh," she hissed with a giggle, stroking his arm for a moment before putting her hand back on the shift. She pulled into the furthest most parking spot and glanced left and right. It looked like the rest stop was abandoned. There were no cars, no attendants, and it was hidden behind a row of trees well enough for her to be reasonably sure they would be alone for a little while, at the very least.

"Sarah! What are we doing?"

She shut the windows and turned off the car, then she swiveled her body around to face him. "We still have an hour to Cambria, Chuck, and quite frankly, I'm not prepared to wait that long."

"Uh…you have to go to the bathroom? This looks kinda abandoned. Bathrooms are probably out of order."

Sarah rolled her eyes. "No, you nerd. Sex. Right now. In this car."

A slow smile grew on his face. "Right here? Uhh, Sarah, the last time we had sex in this car, we were in a parking garage at two in the morning when no one else was there. This is broad daylight where anyone could pull up and see us."

There was a particular sparkle in his eyes, though, one that she was very familiar with. He was listing why they shouldn't, but he definitely wanted to. In case they were caught (and they wouldn't be), he wanted to be able to say "I told you so". She would let him tease for a second, but no longer. Because this was getting excruciating.

"I mean, what if someone pulls in thinking this is still open? They could come at any moment!" he continued.

"Guess we better be quick then, huh?" She grinned at him, unbuttoning her jeans as she kicked her boots off and left them on the mat at her feet.

Chuck took a deep breath, groaned softly, and watched as she slid her jeans and panties down her legs and dropped them beside her boots before shrugging her constrictive leather jacket off and tossing it into the backseat.

Then she hoisted herself over the console and swung her leg over so that she was straddling him. Meeting his heated gaze, she pushed her hand down between them and grabbed the front of his jeans, feeling his hardness beneath and rubbing her palm against it. Chuck hummed and arched his groin into her hand.

Not wanting to waste much more time, because Chuck's worry about someone else driving into this rest stop was a valid worry, she quickly set to his belt, unbuckling it and immediately undoing the front of his jeans.

The moment she slid the zipper all the way down, she pressed her hand past the waistband of his jeans and boxers at the same time, feeling the hot flesh of his hard cock in her palm. She rounded it with her fingers and twisted her wrist a few times before pumping her fist up and down his shaft.

Chuck groaned and leaned forward, pressing his lips to her neck and licking down her collarbone.

As much as she enjoyed touching her nerd, she loved the feeling of having him inside of her even more. She tucked her fingers under the waistbands of his jeans and boxers and tugged, leaning in to gently nip at his bottom lip with her teeth.

He chuckled and lifted his ass off the seat so that she could pull everything down to his knees where they would be out of her way. Then she crawled to her spot on his lap again to press her knees against the back of his seat, grabbing onto his shoulders for leverage.

Taking a quick glance out the window once more and finding they were still completely alone here, Sarah leaned in to kiss Chuck oh-so-slowly, licking along his lips and then plunging her tongue into his mouth as he granted her access.

His groan was overtaken by the sound of Sarah's moan as she sank onto his erection, shifting her weight so that she could take him in as deep as possible. Chuck's fingers clung to her hips and he thrusted up into her to help, causing her to throw her head back with a gasp.

He felt amazing.

Because there was no way to know when another car might pull in, Sarah decided it wouldn't be wise to take their time, as nice as that would be. When they were locked away in their bedroom or in the shower, that was one thing.

As much as it heightened the experience for her to know they could be caught at any moment, she didn't exactly relish the thought of getting caught.

So she braced her knees, held onto the headrest behind Chuck, and started rocking into his groin. The kiss became even more heated and she couldn't help but give Chuck's lip a gentle bite.

She felt his arms wind around the small of her back and then he began to meet her movements with thrusts of his own. Apparently he was just as eager to speed this up as she was. Chuck wasn't great when it came to public displays of affection, so she knew being caught having sex in the front seat of her car wouldn't be as exciting for him as it would be for her. She wasn't big on PDA either, but she was better at overcoming her squeamishness than he was. Though sometimes it was fun to test him…

But then she lost all semblance of sense because Chuck had wormed his hand under her shirt and was drawing circles on her bare skin. Sarah pulled her lips back from his with a smack and met his lusty gaze. Then she whimpered as he pushed his hand under her bra and squeezed her breast.

"Chuck!"

She raised her hand to flatten her palm on the ceiling of her car and braced herself to make her movements faster and a little rougher. She could feel the pressure building and she knew it wouldn't be long. With her extensive and intimate knowledge of Chuck's likes and weak spots, it wasn't difficult to figure out what she needed to do to rush his completion. After all, her orgasm was approaching faster than she'd anticipated.

Running her fingers of one hand through his hair, she reveled in the sound of his resulting growl. "Sarah, I love you," he breathed and she found herself grinning even as she gasped when his thrust hit a particularly sensitive and pleasurable spot.

"I'm coming," she whimpered then, rounding his shoulders with her arms and pushing her front into him. He removed his hand from under her shirt and bra, and set one hand on her hip, the other clutching her thigh. She unconsciously began to jam herself into him, but he met every move by lifting himself off the seat. So it wasn't long before Sarah felt her orgasm rock through every inch of her, sending her over the edge as she moaned. She tucked her face in Chuck's hair and clung to him, still gyrating her hips into his lap until she felt the heat of his own finish flood inside of her.

He groaned her name into her neck, jerking his hips into hers until he emptied himself, and then they both stilled, panting heavily, not moving from where they clung to each other.

There was a distant rumble of thunder before the pitter patter of rain against the roof and windows of her Porsche.

Sarah let out a long breath and hugged Chuck tighter. He wordlessly followed suit, pressing his lips to the juncture between her jawline and her neck. "I love you," she heard him whisper in her ear.

Pulling back and looking in his eyes, noticing that the lust she'd seen there minutes ago was now replaced with adoration, she smiled down at her boyfriend and pressed her forehead to his, giving him a soft kiss. "I love you, too."

"Think we should get out of here now that it's raining?"

"Mmm, maybe. Although the rain will further serve to cloak us inside this car. Ya know, if we wanted to continue."

He chuckled and shook his head, and she gave him an affectionate peck on his nose for it, before gently easing her hips off of him with a sigh. Kissing him one last time—for the moment—she gracefully moved back to her seat behind the wheel. It took some time for them to pull their clothes back into place and Sarah knew she would spend the last hour of their drive with her lower half feeling a little sensitive. She wasn't about to complain, though. Hell no.

With her limbs loose and her heart content, she pulled out of their erstwhile sanctuary and continued onto the route, having half a mind to speed the rest of the way. But with the rain, she thought it might not be the best idea. So instead, she kept to the speed limit and stared straight ahead, smiling to herself when Chuck started a conversation about which playlist they wanted to listen to for the last leg of the trip.

When the music finally drifted through the speakers, silence fell between them again and her smile unwittingly grew on her face. Seven whole days.

And they had just gotten off to a fantastic start.

Thank you for reading. Look for the next chapter soon. :)

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