The Model Agent

By SarahsSupplyCloset

Author's Note: Everything is up in the air in my life so posting has slowed down. Sorry. I'm trying to get back on the horse. Thanks for the patience. Hope you like this chapter.

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 do not own CHUCK. I am not making any money writing this story.

He woke up with an extra weight on his back, and a tickling sensation fluttering at the nape of his neck.

He wasn't sure what time it was, but he knew it was still dark outside as he blinked his eyes open. The curtains were pulled tightly over the window but not even a sliver of light was coming through them.

Chuck took a deep breath as he realized that the extra weight on his back was Sarah Walker, and the tickling sensation fluttering at his neck was her breath as she continued to sleep.

He had no idea why, as comfortable as he was, he couldn't find it in him to fall back asleep. It felt good, having her warm body acting as a second blanket over his, covering half of his back, her thigh draped over his backside, and her foot smashed between his legs. (How she fell asleep like this, he wasn't sure, but he wasn't complaining.) But he just wasn't able to sleep, as he laid there beneath her, his eyes shut, for a good 20 minutes, trying, trying, trying…

With an inward groan, he decided to try to get out from under her and maybe use the restroom, get a drink while he was up. How, exactly, with how she was on top of him, tangled up with him? He had no idea. But he was going to have to move slow.

He tested shifting to the left a bit, trying to sneak out from under her just slightly, to see if it woke her up, if she moved or sighed or even tightened her hold on him. The test was a success. She didn't budge. He could feel her lips against the nape of his neck and he shivered pleasantly. Why, exactly, was he getting up again?

It was too late now, he was already halfway untangled. He couldn't stop now. Trying to get back under her again would jostle her and she'd wake up and he was trying really hard not to do that.

So he kept inching.

Just a bit at a time.

And then he stretched, reaching down to carefully extract her foot from where it tucked between his legs. He gently lifted her leg and moved it off of him, and after just a bit more inching, all he had left to take from her was his right arm. Easy enough.

Within a minute, he was crawling off of the bed to stand next to it, peering down at her as she simply nestled further into the pillow he'd had his head on, hugging it to her chest and stilling again.

Holy shit she was just so beautiful though. Awake, sleeping, in-between. It didn't matter. She was so gorgeous. He resisted the urge to fix her hair that had fallen into her face behind her ear, afraid that after all of the work he put into crawling out from under her without waking her up, that small gesture of tucking her hair out of her face would be what ended up doing it.

That was his luck.

So he slinked away from her to find something to put on, and he stumbled on his boxers. That was a start. He put them on. And he made his way to the bathroom, relieving himself, then emerging again to head out to where they left the alcohol.

As he poured a small drink for himself in the dark, he felt a shiver go through him, and he thought maybe walking around in her suite in just boxers in New York City, whether she had the heater on or not, wasn't a great idea. So he scoured the floor, using the moonlight streaming in through the window to look for a piece of clothing they might have thrown somewhere while they were undressing.

It was too dark, and he was too lazy, so he decided to go rifle through his bag and toss on a clean shirt from there, as well as some comfortable cotton sleeping pants. That was better.

Much better.

Going back to the counter, he picked up his drink and took a sip, which helped further, and then he walked to the window to look out over the city.

And because brains had a way of sneaking up on us when we are in moments of peaceful quiet, he thought about Ben Harkness, someone he was definitely familiar with, and Sarah getting an invitation to go out on a date with him tonight.

His personal attachment to her aside, that was a match made in the freaking stars. He didn't know anything about Ben Harkness on a personal level, what he was like outside of his film roles, but he knew what he looked like. His face was a mixture of Jude Law and some sort of classic heartthrob from the 50s or 60s. He had an old school sort of charm and hotness to him. That was how Chuck's employees talked about him, both the women and the men whose conversations he'd been privy to. It made sense his employees talked about Ben Harkness a lot too, considering War of Tomes was a NTI HQ favorite film.

To think the star of that film was actively interested in a double date with the woman whose hotel suite he was currently standing in, after 48 hours or so of engaging in intimate acts with her.

And to think that she didn't seem all that interested in The Harkness.

Chuck was thrown for a loop, honestly, now that it was all settling and he was alone with his thoughts. Just how far above Charles Irving Bartowski was Sarah Walker, supermodel and actress, that she was shrugging off a date with THE Ben Harkness? She'd said some incredibly sweet things to him when he'd expressed the thought in a tamer way, and he believed that she meant them. (And then she'd done some less sweet and more salacious things to him to underscore her point, but that was neither here nor there.) But it just blew his damn mind that a massively famous, gorgeous, talented, brilliant, badass, down to earth, funny, kind woman was actively seeking out spending time with him, touching him the way she was touching him. She was easily the sexiest person he'd ever met in his life and she wanted him, not Ben Harkness. Ben Harkness's ass was on full display in two of his films—something he'd heard Troy in art design talk about at length, thought he wasn't sure he was supposed to have heard it at the time, the guy was so embarrassed to belatedly find his boss standing near his drawing desk.

It was an objectively great ass. He was built like a Greek god. Add to it the face and Chuck was just very…

Confused was the only way he knew how to describe the feeling.

Sarah Walker, the sexiest person on Earth, wanted him. She wanted him instead of some fascinating, also sexy, rich actor who was talented in his own right. She wanted this nerd with his nerdy tech company. With his lanky build, his long arms. He wasn't ugly by any means, and he knew that, but this was just blowing his mind.

He tried not to think about it, but he couldn't help wondering what Sarah might have done if she'd received that call while she was in LA. Whether she'd met Chuck already or not.

Even at this moment, even considering how much sex they'd been having, how deep of a connection he already felt building between him and Sarah, Chuck knew he laid no claim on her. He never would. But he felt a stinging sensation in his chest at the thought of Sarah accepting the date, even if he wouldn't have blamed her in the least. Just a prick of jealousy tickled his chest.

He couldn't help it. There was something about Ben Harkness that made Chuck feel diminutive, and he was sure he wasn't the only man who felt that way about the actor. There was just an extra element to it in Chuck's case, since he spent most of the night and part of the morning wrapped up in the arms of the woman Ben Harkness was apparently interested in dating.

He widened his eyes and shook his head with a soft "phew".

In just a matter of days, Chuck felt like his life had turned upside down. How was he here right now? He'd been so sure that the success of Nerd Tech Inc had used up all of his good luck. And yet, here he was.

Ben Harkness wasn't here. He'd probably found some other extremely beautiful, cool woman to spend his time with, no sweat off his back. But he wasn't here. Chuck Bartowski was here. And that was just crazy, wasn't it? A guy who spent his scant free time playing video games versus a guy who spent his free time putting hours in at the gym.

And Ben would come out on top every time. …He hadn't tonight.

Granted, he had to keep reminding himself that Sarah'd received that phone call inviting her on a double date while she was all the way on the other side of the country from where the date would take place. Things might have been very different if she'd been in LA. no matter what she said to him last night.

Chuck had to try to get himself out of this mood, the melancholy threatening to overtake him. It wasn't going to help anything. It was just going to make this less enjoyable and that wasn't any way to live his life. Especially when his life was handing him the most incredible lemons.

He heard a shuffling sound behind him and he whipped his head around to look, finding her standing there just inside of the room, wearing a robe over her figure, tied securely at her midsection. Her long blond hair was bunched up under it and she had a tired, tentative smile on her face as she halted, hugging herself.

"Hey."

"Hi." He smiled back at her.

"Is…um, everything okay?" she asked, a bit of awkwardness in the air as she stepped a bit closer. "This isn't when you normally wake up, is it?"

He chuckled and shook his head. "No, the sun's usually out by the time I wake up, depending on the day. Everything's okay, I just couldn't sleep and thought I'd have a nightcap." He lifted his glass.

"Oh. Oh, that actually sounds good. Can I have one?" Then she rolled her eyes at herself. "Wait, this is my place. It's right here. I can pour myself some if I want. I don't know why I asked. I'm tired."

Chuck snorted, and then he turned to face her fully, watching as she poured for herself. "Hey, um, I-I didn't wake you up, did I? I tried to get up without waking you."

"Oh, it's fine. I slept through you leaving. I think it was just me waking up naturally. But I'll admit, I got a little worried that you split while I was sleeping when I woke up and didn't find you in bed with me." She sent him a little bit of a look, complete with a small, quiet smile, as she put the top back on the bottle and picked up her drink, sipping it and wandering slowly to his side.

"Ah. No way." He shook his head hard. "That isn't my style. I mean, maybe if there'd been some kind of emergency? But I would've told you or at least left a note or something."

"You do seem like a Note On The Pillow kind of guy," she admitted, standing so close to him that their arms pressed together.

"I've never done that, probably because I've never had reason to, but I do fit the type," he said with a tilt of his head. "Honestly, I'm the Rambles Until He Says Way More Than He Meant To kind of guy."

She sniffed with a smirk, leaning her side against his and peering out over New York. "You're honest, Chuck."

"Too honest."

"Mmm, no. Don't make that out like it's a bad thing. It isn't a bad thing. It's rare and precious." She finally turned to look up at him with blue eyes that were much more alert, the moonlight making them look a little more gray than usual. "I have a question for you, actually…"

"And you want me to be honest."

She giggled, taking a sip of her drink. "I don't know that you have any other setting."

That made him laugh. "Touché." He shrugged then, moving in even closer, turning towards her and leaning his shoulder against the cool glass of the window. "What's your question for me?"

Sarah sighed and sipped her drink again, which reminded him that he still held his own, and he drank from his own glass. "Do you have trouble sleeping when you have a lot on your mind?" He blinked at her, having not expected that. "Is that why you woke up so early and got out of bed? It's not like we, erm, fell asleep all that early. I mean, you definitely haven't gotten enough sleep here."

"Neither of us have," he said, shrugging. And with good reason. It was very worth it.

"The question remains," she said, giving him a bit of a look through her lashes.

Caught out, he sent her a self-deprecating look back. "Uh, yeah. Yeah, I have trouble sleeping when I've got lots on my mind. I've never been a very heavy sleeper anyway." His eyes widened. "And I've always had a lot on my mind. Whoa, I'm having an epiphany here."

Sarah giggled, shaking her head at him. "Stoppp," she droned.

He chuckled. "I suppose I do have stuff on my mind, but it…Well, I dunno if that's what woke me up this time."

She nibbled on her lip thoughtfully. "I guess I'm just interested in people's behaviors. Human behavior. All that. When I have shit on my mind, it takes a lot to get myself to sleep in the first place."

Chuck nodded. "For sure."

"But I guess I'm wondering if the stuff you have on your mind, the stuff that maybe woke you up this morning, is…um, having to do with me." She looked shy then, shrugging, sipping her drink as if to give herself something to do besides look at him.

"You? What, uh, what do you mean?"

She shrugged again. "I dunno, I think I'm just tired and being a little coo-coo." He furrowed his brow at her and she smirked, huffing quietly. "I just want to make sure I'm not causing you to lose sleep."

"Oh, you're DEFINITELY causing me to lose sleep, Miss Walker," he couldn't help smirking. He spotted a blush on her cheeks as she smiled, rolling her eyes at him, and he grinned in satisfaction. "Worth every bit of it, too."

She lifted her drink in a cheers motion. "Hear, hear," she said in a silky voice, giving him bedroom eyes over the rim of her glass as she took a sip. "But I actually meant, um, not…the physical stuff keeping us up all night. Like, is there something about this, us, that's worrying you? I guess that's my real question."

Chuck wasn't sure how to respond to that. "Oh. Uh…"

"A little too much at 4:30 in the morning, probably…?"

"No, no. You can ask me anything, Sarah. I don't have anything to hide from you." She turned to look out at the skyline as the black sky began to lighten into a deep navy blue as the sun neared their horizon. There was almost a hardness in the line of her jaw, in her blue eyes, for just a split second, and he didn't get it for the life of him. But then it was gone just as fast as she turned to smile at him.

"I'm glad. But I also don't want to be…an extra bit of…I don't know, worry or uncertainty in your life when I know you have so much you have to focus on."

"That makes two of us," he said, reaching out with his free hand to slide it onto her shoulder, squeezing, before he shifted his hand to rub her upper back gently. He knew she was waiting for his answer still though. "It's not worry. And you aren't adding extra…I don't know stress or uncertainty to my existence. This has actually turned out to be one of the few places where I can take deep breaths and drop pretenses. Granted, you haven't seen me fully in my element. And maybe I wonder what you'd do if you did."

She tilted her head and let her temple rest against the window. "You mean, would I run in the other direction?"

"Maybe. You, uh, wouldn't be the first. And that isn't me reaching for pity, it's just a fact." She was quiet as she stared at him, so he continued. "You probably get tired of hearing this shit from guys." She looked confused at that, and curious. "The whole you're so much better than me, what are you doing with me thing. I'm sure every single guy you've dated has said some version of it."

Sarah scoffed and shook her head, looking outside again. "Not every single one, no. You need to understand, most of my boyfriends have also been supermodels. But I guess a few have said something along those lines, yeah. And I get it to a point, just on surface level, but it gets…hard to listen to."

"It's just that you're wonderful. Like, so singularly special, Sarah." He shook his head in awe. "I don't think you have any idea. Which is crazy, you're the most beautiful person on the entire planet, a supermodel who is apparently super famous, and your head should be just…" He made a swoosh sound and pulled his hands out from his head. "Massive. And it's not, which only makes you so much better. Which is saying something because you're already so great."

She giggled, blushing as she hugged herself, her drink almost finished, he noticed. "The only thing I'll tire of is if you specifically keep saying it, because I don't like the idea of you thinking about yourself like that. I mean, as…not…at me level. I guess. But I get that it's h-hard, considering who I am, my life, my…fame."

"It isn't that stuff, really. It's you. If you remember right, I didn't know anything about your life or your fame when I met you. All I knew was that I'd never seen a more beautiful person ever in my whole life, and that you were also really nice, and witty." He gave her a slow, crooked smile, then finished off his drink. He gestured to hers as she just looked up at him with he didn't know what in her face. "Refill?"

She had to shake herself after a few seconds, as if realizing he'd just asked her a question. "Oh. Um…no, that's okay. Just the one will be…fine. Um, you can keep…talking though. If you want."

Chuck bit back a giggle. That was cute. SHE was cute. He reached over to set his glass down. "Oh, sure, I can keep talking. I'm good at talking. Sometimes a little too good. And then you'll get tired of all the talking. But sure, I'll keep going." She smirked up at him, finishing her own drink and setting the glass to the side. "You think I wasn't absolutely sure I was talking to someone way, way out of my league that day on the beach? When I had no idea you were the supermodel/actress Sarah Walker? I was already well aware."

She gave him a dry look and put her hand on his chest. "This is all very sweet, Chuck. But the idea that you might dwell on that, and that it causes you to lose sleep? It bothers me."

"Okay. Noted. I'm going to try not to lose sleep over that in particular. But I promise you, that wasn't why I woke up at 4 this morning. It's… God, here goes the honesty thing. Damn it. I was a little bit jealous maybe?" His voice went higher pitched at the end as she wrinkled up his face. Sarah raised her eyebrows. "I know, I know. We had the chat about Ben Harkness after you talked to your friend on the phone. I'm human, though. And he's superhuman levels of hot action star dude especially in the nerd sphere, so that felt like an extra big deal, and I think I was just a little…" Her lips pursed and she lowered her chin. "Not in a possessive way. I don't—You aren't mine. And I would never think that. No matter what happens here, or what it…becomes…I…ahem…er…" She slowly raised her eyebrows. "Not possessive jealousy. More just that he is an extremely successful and sexy manly man action star who does his own stunts and looks like young Jude Law with muscles and I'm a lanky nerd who makes video games and tablets and nobody outside of a few writers for Tech Advisor magazine know I exist." He winced. "I, um, I'm gonna…stop talking because this is embarrassing."

Sarah sighed before giving him a stern look. "You know what? Fuck whoever made you feel this way about yourself." He blinked. "Fuck them. Or her. Or…whatever. Fuck them." Then she slid her hands up his chest and propped her arms on his shoulders, stepping in close. "Not that the thought of you getting a little jealous over me doesn't make me feel nice, because it does."

"Oh, good," he chirped, laughing. "Does it count if it's ridiculous? Like, I know I'm being ridiculous. He's a fuckin' movie star."

"He's just a person who has a professional trainer who stays on his ass every day for him to look the way he does. And he can afford expensive diets and all that stuff. But the key part of that, Chuck, is that he's just a person. Like anybody else. Like I am. Like you are. So the way I see it, Chuck, you standing next to Ben Harkness is a person standing next to another person. I'm not going to be mad at you for feeling jealousy over him wanting to go out on a date with me, but I still want you to try to see it the way I do." He nodded as she fixed a curl away from his forehead. "You're a lot more interesting to me than the other person. I don't care what he's done or who he is or what he looks like."

Chuck smiled. "That's a pretty nice way to look at it. I'll try to keep it in mind."

"Mm. Good." She leaned up to press her lips against his and his insides turned to goo. "There's also the fact that you're really good at kissing."

"M'really?" he muttered against her lips. "In all fairness, you haven't kissed Ben Harkness."

She giggled. "Shut up."

And he suddenly had this intense urge go through him, so he pulled out of the kiss and dove in to hug her tight instead. She made a quiet squeak sound and giggled again, hugging him back just as tightly.

"I'm not crazy, am I? This just feels really good." He felt her body go still under his hands and he felt the need to continue. "Don't worry, that's all I'm going to say. I won't get too intense, I promise. We don't have to say anything else, or-or qualify, I just want to say that this really feels good. All of it."

She melted in his arms again, turning her face into his hair. "This feels really good. All of it."

She didn't have to know that he wanted a lot more, that he wanted this to follow them home to Los Angeles, whatever that even meant. Just so long as he could keep seeing her, spending time with her, with or without the sex. But Sarah pressed her lips against the spot just behind his ear, then, and whispered, "Take me back to bed…", and Chuck decided he wanted the sex part of this too, actually.

+—

Sarah Walker didn't know what day it was. She didn't care what day it was.

All she knew was that she was experiencing the euphoria of her whole body being alive, awake, on fire…and supremely relaxed all at the same time. She hadn't known that was even possible but apparently it was because that was exactly what her current state was.

For 3 days now, they'd wrapped themselves up in his bed first, then hers, stopping for only food and scant bits of sleeping, or more appropriately napping. Sure, they'd also talked a little, clearing the air somewhat, but she still knew almost nothing about him, and he knew literally nothing about her.

What she did know was that he was exceptional in bed, which made her feel an undefinable sort of ecstasy. And she also knew that there was more to this, that they'd connected in a deeper way than just their apparent physical attraction. She was drawn to him, to the warmth he made spill through her, not just the heat but the WARMTH, and she loved the feeling of making him laugh. She was almost even more fixated on that and his smile than she was the way he touched her. Which was saying something, because she was very fixated on the way he touched her. God, his hands were amazing.

There was another thing she knew, especially after yesterday morning, in those early pre-sunrise hours while they'd shared a drink while looking out over the dark city. Chuck had hinted at something that had made her pause in the moment. He'd said "this feels really good", and he'd added that stuff about not wanting to be too intense or qualifying what this was, but that it just felt really good. And she really hadn't known how to take that.

She still didn't.

Not that it had stopped her from dragging him back to bed and diving right back into this physical explosion that was continually happening with them. And they hadn't stopped until well-past brunch time, and the rest had been basically a sex blur. Now it was about noon on the next day and her body was buzzing from the sex they'd just had, again.

But her brain was buzzing too. Because this did feel really good. And Chuck was leaving tomorrow night. Which meant that between now and tomorrow night, something had to happen. Right? They'd exchanged phone numbers, though, so maybe they could just let this flow naturally. He'd leave Monday night, she'd leave Wednesday morning, and at some point, one of them would call the other. Right? That was good enough. Right?

The shower turned off in the bathroom and she took a few more deep breaths, still trying to recuperate from what Chuck had done to her body before he'd asked to use her shower quickly. She'd almost joined him, but her limbs weren't exactly working right and that was embarrassing. She thought maybe they were okay now.

She heard the muffled ringing of her phone then and she turned her face into the pillow with a growl. She was going to murder somebody. Whoever it was. But especially if it was Casey calling about a surprise mission, in spite of the R&R she'd requested and had been granted.

She winced at the slight twinge of the bruises on her side, which were fading at least. Though she'd been doing things to exacerbate the injury the last few days.

Worth it.

When she found her phone, she answered it even as she shrugged her robe on, pinning it between her shoulder and cheek even as she tied the sash shut. "What is it now?"

"Wow, geez. That's how you greet your agent calling with good tidings?"

"Yes. I'm trying to relax."

"A little out of breath for relaxation there, Sarah," Tyler said.

"Going for a jog is part of said relaxation. How do you think I keep this figure?" she lied.

"Oh, that's fair. Running is torture, though. There are better ways to—"

"Tyler. What's up?"

"Fine, right to the point we go. They moved back the timeline for that Adoré Mademoiselle perfume commercial you're shooting to not this coming weekend but the one after that, so off you go to Kingston next Friday."

She groaned.

"What?! Oh come on! You get to go to Jamaica in the winter for a couple of days and I'm stuck here in a fucking office in Carson in the meantime. Count your blessings. Do you want the sponsorship or not?" he asked. Part of the reason why he was so good at this was that he didn't tend to pull punches. He got her butt in gear when she didn't want to do things. And that wasn't an often occurrence, really. She loved this job.

It was just that there were times when she didn't want to think ahead to the stuff she had to do, and that was mostly in those moments when she was supremely content and relaxed where she was. Like now for instance.

"Fine, all right. You setting up travel and all that?"

"Yep. Mister Bodyguard Driver Casey going with?"

"Plan on it, just in case."

"Good, means he'll stop buzzing around my office like an angry hornet telling me I need to stop stuffing your schedule. What is with that guy?"

Sarah sighed. "He's looking out for me." He was looking out for the government, was what he was really doing. They had missions they needed their best clandestine team for, and her real job hampered their plans enough times for the NSA agent to get testy. Unlike her, he hated his non-federal agency job.

"And I'm not?" Tyler asked, taking faux offense.

"Ha." The door opened behind her and she turned to see Chuck coming out with a towel wrapped around his waist. She smiled at the sight, his upper body glistening invitingly, his hair extra curly as he scrubbed at it with a hand towel. He looked like he was about to ask her something but he stopped and clamped his free hand over his mouth when she held up a finger and winced at him apologetically. "Okay, Ty, I'm going. Just had a crazy workout and I'm beat."

Chuck tilted his head, taking his hand from his mouth and smirking. He mouthed NAUGHTY which almost made her burst into laughter.

"Right. See ya, Blondie. Tell the big man that I miss him so."

"I'm hanging up."

She did before he could say anything else.

"My agent, Tyler," she explained. "Thanks for, um, playing along. I mean, being quiet so that he didn't hear. I mean, he thinks I'm here alone."

Chuck nodded and slung the extra towel around his neck, holding onto each end and just letting his elbows dangle. "I figured. And hey, I get it."

Did he?

That was something that had to happen, definitely, before he left tomorrow night. They needed to talk about the secrecy around all of this, and continuing it even when this long stay in NYC ended. Especially when it ended.

Paparazzi were manic in LA.

And if Chuck ended up telling anyone what had happened on his business trip to New York City, how they'd spent these last few days, it would be on the cover of every shitty rag all over the world. Word moved really fast in that town.

"What were you gonna say when you got out?"

"Oh. It just feels really good to take a shower when it's kinda cold outside. A nice hot shower." He cleared his throat. "But I think you need them to send up more of those little shampoo bottle things, because I used the rest of what you had."

She had a heady feeling as she looked at him in nothing but a towel, his broad shoulders only partially covered by a towel, his defined abdomen and chest. And sure, he'd negatively compared himself to action star Ben Harkness early yesterday morning, and the night before, but she didn't see anything out of place on this deliciously tall, sexy man standing in front of her.

Sarah Walker sidled up to his front and tilted her head back to smirk at him coyly. As she bit her lip, she reached down and picked up the suite phone, holding it to her ear as she called the front desk.

"Front desk," they answered.

"Hi, this is the executive suite. There's something I need sent up, please?"

"Absolutely, miss. What can we get for you?"

"A few things, actually." She tilted her head back even more, moving a bit onto her toes so that her lips were close to Chuck's. "I ran out of shampoo, so if you could have some sent up to me, that would be wonderful."

"Of course. Anything else?" he asked.

"Yes, do you have an assorted fruit plate or something like that?"

"Yes, miss, we do."

"What's on it?" Then she stopped herself. "Or maybe if I pay extra, can you just send up some strawberries?"

"Just strawberries?"

"Yes, I think so. Just strawberries."

Chuck raised his eyebrow.

"Yes, of course. Just strawberries. I made a note of it, miss."

"Thank you so much, you've been very helpful. Just one more thing…"

"Yes, miss?"

"Do you have chocolate?" she asked, making her voice sound as innocent as possible. Chuck brought his fist up and bit down on it, nearly making her laugh. "Just, you know, regular chocolate. Bars or whatever you can find."

"…Chocolate? Um, yes, our gift store has chocolate in it. Would you like for us to charge one to your suite?"

"How big are they?"

"Uh, m-maybe…2 inches by 4 inches? Maybe 2 by 3? Um…"

"Hm… How about 3 of those, then."

"Oh. All right. We'll have that all sent up to you. Shampoo, strawberry plate, and…3 chocolate bars. Did you want the ones with the, um, nuts?"

Sarah bit her lip, still trying not to laugh. "No nuts."

Chuck's eyes exploded wide and she couldn't hold it in…

"It'll be about 10 minutes."

"Yes, thank you. Thanks so much bye," she rushed out, slamming the phone back down and laughing with Chuck.

"Do I want to know?"

"You'll find out eventually." She bit her lip, still brimming with amusement. "But I thought we could make lunch a little more…fun."

He cleared his throat. "S'that so?"

"Mhm. But I was thinking we could start a little earlier than that, since we have about…" She glanced at the clock. "10 minutes 'til it all arrives."

"You mean the shampoo?"

She snorted. "You ruined that moment. I mean the strawberries and chocolate."

"No nuts."

Shaking her head at him, she yanked on the knot at the front of his towel and tossed it away, before she untied the sash and shrugged out of her robe, grabbing him and falling back onto the bed.

"Did you get the innuendo?" he asked, his lips against her neck.

She giggled, throwing her head back, both because his stubble was tickling her skin, and because he was legitimately one of the silliest, most adorable people she'd ever met. "Yeah, I think I got it."

"Like, nuts but also…nuts."

"Yep. Thank you. Also how old are you again?"

He giggled, his lips wandering up her jaw. When they reached her own lips, Sarah grabbed him on either side of his face and kissed him back hard, wrapping her legs around his waist and holding on tight.

It wasn't tight enough apparently, though, because he broke the kiss and began to dot his lips down her face, over her jaw, her neck, her collarbone, and then he spent a few seconds with his mouth surrounding each of her nipples, massaging them instead as he tasted her abdomen, her belly button…

He broke the hold of her thighs and placed his hands on the insides of each one, lowering himself even further so that he was kneeling beside the bed, only his head visible, peeking over the edge at her from between her legs.

"Chuck," she panted. "Wait, I didn't mean that you had to…"

"You said we only have 10 minutes…less than that now. This is the the fastest thing I can think of."

"But…oh. Oh!"

Her voice failed her then as his mouth covered her. Her eyelids fluttered and she reached up to twist her fists in the sheets, her mouth falling open as the pleasure coursed through her.

True to his word, he stayed there for she didn't know how long, building her up, driving her out of her mind. The ecstasy was almost too much to bear. And then she heard the knock at the suite door.

"Ugh, go away!" she groused, snapping at the poor person standing outside of the door. Not loud enough that they'd be able to hear, but Chuck had definitely heard, and she both felt and heard him laughing against her sex, his teeth grazing her, sending a shiver through her body. "Chuck, I—oh God…" she whimpered as he dove back in and upped the ante.

She heard the knock again as she teetered at the edge of the precipice, and she had to clamp her hands down over her mouth as she climaxed. She moaned, pushing her hands through her hair.

The knock sounded a third time after a few seconds. "Sh-Shit," she breathed. "I have to go and—"

"I'll go!" He was up on his feet, already halfway across the room before her satisfied, misfiring brain finally landed back on Earth.

"No!" she exclaimed, clambering up from the bed and grabbing her robe, quickly shrugging it on. "No, I'll-I've got it. It just—they know this is my—and you—"

His deer in the headlights at the way she'd almost yelled dulled to a look of understanding and he nodded, lifting a finger. "Right. Duh. Um, also, I'm naked."

"That, too," she panted, still trying to settle her racing heart. God, her legs were barely working. That had been intense to say the least. She pecked him on the lips as she tied the robe shut securely and rushed to the door. "Coming!" she called out.

Sarah ripped the door open to reveal a polite young woman standing there with a small cart, a dome placed over what she'd ordered. "I'm so sorry I kept you waiting. I didn't hear the knocking at first because I was…blow drying my hair."

"That's perfectly alright, miss. Did you want me to take this in for you?"

"No, I'll just take it if that's okay? Unless you need the cart?"

"Not at all. When you're finished, just push it outside into the hallway, against the wall. And here's your shampoo." She went in her pockets and pulled three of the shampoos out, handing those to Sarah as well.

"Oh, fantastic. Thank you so much."

"Of course. Anything else?"

"That's it, I—Oh! Just wait a moment. Let me get you a tip." Where was the closest place she'd left her money? She couldn't remember. Crap, he'd really broken her brain, hadn't he? She finally found a small purse on the table and grabbed a few 20s, pressing them into the other woman's hand.

"You need change?"

"Nope. Thanks so much."

"W-Wow. Oh. Thank you. Thank you! Um…you have a nice day, miss."

"You too." She took the cart and pulled it into the suite, then waved at the retreating bellhop, before she shut the door and locked both locks. Letting out a long breath, she tried to settle her racing heart again. But it was so hard. She was still panting, her limbs exploding with electricity. Had he given her a heart attack or something with that?

The adrenaline of knowing someone was waiting at the door and having him work her over the edge like that at the same time had done a number on her.

"Oh no way."

She turned on her heel to see that Chuck had unfortunately put a pair of boxers on, as well as a light blue v-neck T-shirt. It emphasized his shoulders and showed a delicious bit of his neck and collarbone.

"What?"

"That!" He pointed at the dome. "That's basically 90s kid movie 101 right there. The silver dome over the hotel room service food? Like, I always wanted them to bring me food like this. This is a big moment for me."

She cracked up. "What? You're excited about this thing?" Wrinkling her nose in disbelief, she grabbed it to lift it off and reveal the food but he made a sound that made her stop and she slowly lifted her blue gaze to look at him, one eyebrow raised.

"Can…I do it?"

"You're such a weirdo."

"I know, I know. You can kick me out and ban me for your life after I do this dome food reveal thing, I promise, I just want to do this first."

"I'm not kicking you out and banning you for being adorable. Do I think you're weird? Yes. But mostly adorable." She stepped back and gestured to it. "I'll humor you."

"Which is why I'm so damn attracted to you, you have to know."

She smirked. "Oh, trust me…" She still had the sensations from how much he was attracted to her coursing through her body. "I know."

He smirked back, then wiggled his eyebrows at her, making her laugh. And then he stepped in and grabbed the little handle at the top of the dome.

"Ready?"

"Ready."

He lifted it with a "VOILA!" to reveal intricately situated strawberries on a large platter, decorated lettuce framing it. And beside that, three large bars of gourmet milk chocolate, wrapped in their paper still. "That was invigorating."

God, he really was like a kid at times, wasn't he? Like a dorky, 6'4" kid. He was full of life, exuberant in a way no one she'd ever met before was, and he made her chest ache with it in the best way. She wanted his joie de vivre to rub off on her, even if she wasn't sure it was possible, if maybe she was too far gone down the CIA path. She shook that away and focused on him, instead.

And she realized she'd never been more attracted to, or drawn to, another human than she was to him. To Chuck Bartowski, CEO and founder of Nerd Tech Incorporated. Her Nerd Company Guy.

She was so attracted to him, in fact, that this little moment of cuteness underscored what her intentions had been when she'd called the front desk on the phone and the idea of the chocolate swept into her mind. She'd been set to play it by ear. Maybe they'd just nibble the chocolate and strawberries, sip some wine, and talk some more if she thought it was too much.

Well…

That wasn't the plan anymore. And she had no idea how he would take it.

"You thought that was invigorating? Wait until I melt the chocolate."

Chuck froze.

"Melt the…I'm sorry?" He leaned in a bit closer and narrowed his eyes in question.

"I said, 'you thought that was invigorating, wait until I melt the chocolate'," she said in a clearer voice, arching her eyebrow. "That is…if you want to do that." She played with the tie of her robe.

He just blinked at her slowly.

The silence stretched on for what felt like ages. The air between them became a little tense and awkward. And she shifted her weight uncomfortably. So that was a dud, she guessed. But before she could explain it away, awkwardly trying to backtrack, Chuck blurted, "Isthisasexthing?"

Sarah's jaw fell open, and then she couldn't help the nervous laugh. "Uhhh…"

"I just…Sorry. Sorry, I know, I'm being—I just thought maybe I should just—I want to make it clear. Before I do something that could be super embarrassing if it isn't a sex thing."

"Oh. Um. Well, it's a…sex thing, yes." And it felt silly saying it out loud.

Until he stepped in against her and wrapped her up in his embrace, kissing her passionately.

And once they could pull themselves away from the kiss, the small one-burner stove was immediately put to work.

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