The Model Agent
By SarahsSupplyCloset
Author's Note: So I just wanted to make sure everyone knows there will be sex in this chapter. Especially want to warn folks there is food involved, so if that isn't to your taste (no pun intended), you should skip this chapter and wait for the next one. Please don't harass me for it. This is all just fun and coping mechanism for me, so please don't take this away from me. Thanks.
Summary: Sarah Walker's modeling career is in its budding stages when the CIA recruits her into their ranks at 16. 10 years later, she's balancing being a world famous supermodel and actress with spying for the CIA. Her existence is fraught with danger and she's constantly on the go, until she meets a disarmingly sincere man on the beach...and her life is changed forever.
Disclaimer: I do not own CHUCK. I am not making any money writing this story.
Sarah led the way to the bedroom, taking deep breaths to prep herself for this. Sure, she'd been in romantic and even erotic situations with men before, feeding each other fruit in bed, whatever else. But this was an extra step, and she didn't quite know what it was about Chuck Bartowski that she was surging forward with this chocolate idea in particular.
She was too giddy to realize it was trust. A deep, deep trust. Already. When she barely knew him.
Feeling playful, she set the plate and pan with the chocolate on the nightstand then lept onto the bed, landing on her knees, giggling as she bounced a little, peering up at him as he approached the bed with the strawberries.
His eyes went soft and he laughed, shaking his head at her. "Smart, setting the chocolate down before you did that."
"I'm kinda smart."
"You're fucking brilliant," he corrected, crawling onto the bed in a much more careful and measured way, managing to keep the strawberries from tipping off. "Case in point." He lifted the dish.
She smirked. This actually was pretty brilliant. But the jury was still out on whether or not this would be as sexy as it was when she'd pictured it in her head. Maybe this wasn't nearly as hot as they made it sound in the movies.
Sarah scooted back against the pillows of her bed and stretched her legs out, reaching over to grab the plate with the hot chocolate pan on it, carefully lowering it all onto her lap. She took the spoon and stirred the chocolate because it gave her something to do as she tried to put together a plan of action in her head.
"It was your idea," he said, lifting the strawberries from his own lap and offering them to her. "You get the first taste." He blushed when she sent him a purposefully salacious look.
But she took a strawberry anyway, plucking it up by its green stem, and she swiped the tip of the strawberry through the hot chocolate, lifting it up and watching the chocolate drip over the smooth skin of the berry. She blew on it, just in case, and she took a bite.
"Mmm! Oh, that tastes so good."
"A ringing endorsement if I ever heard one," he teased, reaching over with a berry of his own to dip it. He was much quicker about it and she inwardly had to chuckle. Here she was being so slow, seductive. Letting him see her tongue touch the berry first… and this guy just grabs a berry, puts the chocolate on it, and takes a big ol' bite. "Okay, yeah, this is incredible. What's more brilliant than fucking brilliant? 'Cuz you're that."
She giggled. "How do we feel about double dipping?" He gave her a flat look and snorted. "I'm just asking! I hate when people double dip without being polite and asking first." She shrugged.
Chuck smiled, and then he lunged in to press his lips to hers. She giggled, but then his mouth urged hers open. She complied eagerly and their tongues met. She supposed that was as good an answer as any. In fact, this was the best answer. When he finally broke the kiss, she moaned quietly. "Well, that answers that," she panted.
He stuck the rest of his strawberry in the chocolate, then lifted it to his mouth and ate it. But then he looked down at the stem he still held in his hand, his brow furrowed, and he turned to look around, needing somewhere to put it obviously.
Sarah giggled and tapped the strawberry plate. "Just put it back on there. I don't care if YOU don't."
"Genius. Again." He grinned and put his stem on the corner of the plate, away from the untouched berries.
Sarah followed suit, and then she turned to look right in his brown eyes, and she oh so slowly licked the juice from each of her fingers that had held the strawberry. His Adam's apple bobbed as he gulped.
And then he shifted the strawberry plate off of his lap and set it on the mattress between their legs, before he took up another strawberry and scooted closer to her. She couldn't look away from him, even as he dipped his strawberry in the chocolate again. She gripped the edges of the plate on her lap tightly as he mimicked her earlier gesture this time, slowly lifting it up by his face to blow on the chocolate, but then he leaned in with his face close to hers.
He kissed her gently, just a soft press of his lips to hers.
Her heart raced then as he moved back and hovered the strawberry by her lips with a questioning look in his eyes. She nodded, eager. And he guided the strawberry to her mouth. She didn't open her lips quick enough and found chocolate smeared on them as she giggled. He winced, but she bit down on the chocolate covered strawberry and hummed happily as she chewed. Before she could put her tongue to work in getting the chocolate off of her lips, Chuck covered her mouth with his.
She moaned, melting into him as he used his lips and tongue to clean the chocolate from her mouth, and she knew now that he'd missed early on purpose, for THIS purpose. Her entire body felt like it had been doused in kerosene and had a match thrown at it when his teeth clamped down on her bottom lip gently and he sucked on it, before letting it snap back into place.
She licked her lips and met his gaze as he finished the strawberry. That was enough to make her went to set all of this aside, tear his clothes off, and skip to the end game.
Control yourself, she thought, taking a slow, deep breath. The end would be so much more worth it if they did this right.
So far, this wasn't letting her down at all. She moved the dish with the pan onto the bed by the strawberries so that she could use both hands, dipping a berry, swirling it, taking her time, then setting the tip of the strawberry on the tip of her tongue. She'd never done anything like this and she felt a blush on her face, his eyes boring a hole into the side of her face as he watched. She closed her mouth around the berry, sucked the chocolate off of it, then went to dip it again, licking her lips as she met his blazing gaze.
This time, she leaned close to him and let the chocolate dribble onto his tongue. God, the way he tilted his head back in anticipation, eagerly sticking his tongue out. How neither of them had done anything like this before, and still they managed to be on the same page, she didn't know. But she wasn't looking a gift horse in the mouth.
Chuck laughed when she surprised him by letting the strawberry run over his lips then, smearing them with chocolate. And then she even let it run down from his bottom lip to his chin. He groaned and chuckled at that, but he let her do it anyway, and then he happily bit the strawberry as she popped it into his mouth again.
She ate the rest, and with the strawberry juice still pleasantly sitting on her tongue, she set her mouth to his chin, licking at the chocolate between her lips. And then she grabbed him on either side of his face and licked up his face to his mouth. The groan he emitted was different this time.
Lapping up the rest of the chocolate she'd left on him, she gently gnawed on his top lip first, then his bottom lip.
Sarah couldn't resist not being pressed against him anymore. And she swung her leg over to straddle his lap. His eyes widened and his hands fell to her hips. She sat her weight in his lap and felt that he was hardening. Good, so she wasn't alone in this. This was the craziest, hottest thing she'd ever experienced, and they'd only just started.
Chuck grinned widely, then reached past her. She expected a strawberry, but instead, he had just the spoon, chocolate threatening to drip from it. Before it could get on the mattress or the sheets, he had it poised against her chin, and just like that, he ran the tip of the spoon oh so slowly down her jawline, all the way almost to her ear. Sarah acted fast, reaching up to gather her hair and move it back, out of his way.
Sarah moaned wildly as he followed the trail with his open mouth. She felt his tongue between his lips sucking and flicking at her sensitive skin, the heat of him pressed against her. Oh God, this was good. He ran back down the line to her chin, taking care to clean all of it off of her.
It was only with great effort that she kept her eyes from crossing when his hand also slipped over her thigh, pushing under the robe, and squeezing. She couldn't resist rolling her hips into his just the one time though, and he whimpered.
How long was this going to last without them snapping and leaving the food part of this behind? She was close to snapping already. She wanted to feel him, she wanted him inside of her.
But she resisted.
And she was second guessing resisting just as quickly because Chuck then pushed at the collar of her robe, easing it away from her chest, revealing her collarbone, her shoulder, her bicep, and finally, one of her breasts to his hungry golden eyes. She whined his name out between clenched teeth when he covered her breast with his hand and squeezed.
He began to massage her in his large hand and she reached back to pick up the spoon, copying him, pulling it back, licking the end of it to keep it from dripping, before she pressed the back of the spoon to his Adam's apple. He whimpered as she slowly let the tip of the spoon slide down to the indentation right above where his collar bones met. She let a pool of chocolate gather there and she thrust the spoon back into the bowl, before she snagged a berry and dipped it into the pool of chocolate she'd made on him.
She bit into the strawberry, a shiver going through her as his fingers shifted to pinch her nipple between them, rolling deliciously. Her eyelids fluttered, and she dove in to round his Adam's apple with her mouth, her tongue flicking out to taste. It was a mix of chocolate and something that was purely him, purely Chuck Bartowski.
And she continued to taste it as she let her tongue idly run down the pattern of chocolate she'd left on his throat. She sucked on his skin, feeling him shiver, goosebumps raising under her fingertips as she held onto his forearm in one hand. And as her tongue finally dipped into the pool of chocolate at his collarbone, she thrusted herself into his crotch, dragging herself over his hardness.
He threw his head back with a groan and flattened his hand on her breast again, squeezing tightly.
"Oh, shit," he gasped, and his Adam's apple bobbed. She sucked and licked at all of the chocolate she'd left on him, then let him bite the rest of the strawberry, tossing the stem onto the plate.
As distracted as she was getting the potentially staining berry onto the plate and not on the nice sheets, she didn't see Chuck reach for the spoon again. By the time she'd turned back, he was swirling the chocolate covered spoon around her nipple that he'd revealed to her a minute earlier.
"Oh my God," she whimpered. It felt good. The heat of the chocolate against her sensitive skin around her nipple, and the sensitivity of her hard nub as well. "Chuck…"
She needed more of him. She needed to see and feel more of him. Now. So when she heard the clink of the spoon going back into the bowl, she grabbed at the hem of his shirt and began to pull it up his torso. "Off. Take this off."
He chuckled and grabbed it, yanking it off quickly and tossing it away. She dragged her fingers down his bare chest, taking him in, but before she could do anything else, he lunged forward, hunching down to wrap his lips around her nipple. The heat of the chocolate and the different heat of his mouth combined to make her feel like she was going insane, it felt so good.
And as Chuck sucked on her nipple, she whimpered, shoving her weight down into his lap and grinding on him. The robe had shifted enough now that there wasn't much between her sex and his. And she wanted him bad.
But this was going so well, it was so crazy hot, and they had as much time as they wanted to see this through.
If he kept doing this with his tongue, she would snap, though. Her hips jerked and she cried out as his teeth grazed her sensitive nipple, before trapping it gently between, pulling a little, and letting it slip out again.
Sarah cursed, moving her hands up to his chest again, before she pushed at him until he was forced to recline against the pillows stacked against the headboard.
He pushed at the robe so that both of her breasts were exposed, and the cool air felt that much cooler against the breast he'd just been blessing with his ministrations.
The robe clung to her forearms and she left it, letting him drag his eyes up and down her, hunger in his face. It was incredibly gratifying, seeing how much he wanted her, knowing as she did just how much she wanted him too.
She grabbed the spoon then and made sure there was enough chocolate in it for what she planned, but as she moved it between them, it dripped off of the end and dappled his abdomen in chocolate.
He gasped, looking down at the chocolate she'd spilled on him accidentally, his chest heaving. "Oh God, that was hotter than I was expecting. Erm, temp wise."
"Sorry," she said with a wince, licking the bottom of the spoon to try to keep from spilling more of it on him. "I didn't mean to. Honestly."
"Sure," he chuckled, smiling teasingly. But as he moved to swipe at it with his finger, she caught his hand in a tight grip. "Oh. I was just—"
"I made the mess. I'll get it." And she thrusted the spoon towards his mouth. He took it between his lips with a hum and she left the spoon with him, letting him eat the chocolate as she began to dot kisses down his body.
"Oh. Oh my God. Oh my God, Sarah. S-Sarah…" He groaned as she let her tongue run down the center of his abdomen. Was it as hard as the last man she'd slept with's before she even knew Charles Bartowski of NTI existed? No. The last man she'd slept with regularly modeled swimsuits in Sports Illustrated advertisements. His washboard abs had had washboard abs. But Chuck's abs were hard, and unlike the models she'd had sex with before, there was a cropping of hair as she wandered lower to where she'd spilled the chocolate. She liked that.
She flattened her tongue on him over one of the droplets and hummed so that he could feel the vibration of it in his lower stomach. He cursed, his hand landing on her head. He didn't push or guide, though, merely stroking her hair back behind her ear, out of the way so that she could take her time eating the chocolate off of his abdomen.
Even when it was gone, she drifted lower, lower, lower still, and she lifted her blue eyes to look up her body, looking at him through her long eyelashes as she captured the waistband of his boxers between her teeth and pulled them back and down, revealing the top of his happy trail. She teased it with her lips and tongue, and when she took a page out of Chuck's book to graze him with her teeth, his hips jerked and he grabbed at her shoulders pulling her up his body again.
He didn't stop pulling until their lips crashed together, and she held onto his shoulders tight, whimpering as he kissed her with an absolute fury that set her on fire.
It was hard to do without knocking over the food they were sharing the bed with, but they got the clothes out of the way, the robe still clinging to her forearms almost as if they'd agreed silently for her to keep it on, and everything else was in a pile on the floor next to the bed.
Sarah pressed her forehead to his and shifted herself on his lap, feeling his erection tease her entrance. And then she eased her weight down onto him, not stopping until she was sure he couldn't go any deeper.
"Oh yeah," she breathed, biting her lip. And she felt his fingers come around to tighten on her ass, tucking under the robe. "Chuck!" she whimpered as he began to guide her (this time), slowly pulling her back and forth, back and forth in his lap.
He angled his head back against the headboard with a thump and gasped. And she used it as an opportunity to lean in and kiss him under his jaw, holding onto his shoulders and starting to gyrate to her own rhythm. He stopped pulling, just holding on as she began to grind on his cock in earnest.
"That's it," he whimpered. "That's it, Sarah. Oh my God, you feel so good!"
Her features pinched in ecstasy, she nuzzled his nose. "Oh, you too. You feel so amazing, Chuck."
Everything in her was buzzing, and she thought she was already so close because of all of the chocolate and berry play. Apparently it had gotten her hotter than she'd realized.
"Yes, yes, yes," she ground out through her teeth, her voice high pitched. "I'm close. C'mon, Chuck…"
He began to thrust himself up into her to match her long strokes and she cried out, throwing her head back, grabbing his bicep in one hand and slamming the other onto the top of the headboard and holding on for dear life as she began to swing herself back and forth in swooping, fast thrusts.
Chuck groaned, his eyes dropping down to stare between their bodies, the robe having fallen apart save the tie that cut across her lower belly, tickling her skin just under her bellybutton and making the pleasure that much more acute somehow.
She cursed as she finally tipped over the edge, an orgasm coursing through her.
"Yeeaahh!" he exclaimed, his voice tight, strangled, as she whipped her hips, his cock still buried in her. And she finally slowed as the climax began to ebb, nothing but a delicious throbbing between her legs. "Oh shit," he panted, running his hands up and down her thighs, squeezing.
She didn't want the robe anymore. She didn't need anything holding her back. So she ripped it off, throwing it over the side of the bed, and they were completely naked, both of them.
Sarah didn't waste time, reaching up to smack both hands down on the headboard. "Scoot up a little," she panted. "Please," she added as an afterthought.
And that must've amused him because he let out a breathy giggle that was way too adorable. He did as she asked, scooting up to sit straighter, leaning back against the headboard. It was less uncomfortable now holding on like this.
"Thanks," she breathed.
And then Sarah Walker dug her knees into the mattress on either side of his hips and she began to pump her hips backwards and forwards, over and over and over, rolling herself gracefully, her head falling back as she blinked at the ceiling. He just felt so incredible, she could hardly stand it.
She shifted her legs then and started to pump her legs almost in a rowing motion, digging her toes into the bed by his knees.
Chuck let out a tight laugh in awe, slapping his hands down against the mattress and tightening his fists in the bottom sheet, twisting. "You're so incredible," he gasped out. "Oh God that feels amazing. Sarah!"
But she squeaked in surprise then because he snuck his hand between them and pressed his fingers to her clitoris. And within a minute of him stimulating her as she rode him, she came again, her body shaking over his with release.
She was still blinking at the ceiling again, her breaths coming out in shaky whimpers, when she heard a distant clinking sound. And then the heat was there, against her collarbone, slipping down her breastplate, and then over to swirl around her right nipple. She gathered herself from the shock and looked down to watch as he swirled chocolate around her left nipple then.
He'd drawn a pattern. A circle where she'd pooled chocolate on him earlier, and a line down from that that stopped between her breasts, lined up with each of her nipples, then a line over to one where he made a second circle, and the line traversed back over to the other nipple where he made a third circle. He hummed and smirked up at her. "Kinda looks like some kind of Satanic symbol." He bobbed his eyebrows.
Sarah laughed, as turned on as she was, with him still buried inside of her, she couldn't help telling him, "You're absolutely ridiculous."
"Did I ruin it?" he asked with a wince.
"Oh, absolutely fucking not." And she dove for him, swallowing up his response as she attacked his lips, wrapping one arm around his shoulders and teasing his chest with the fingers of her other hand, thrusting her tongue into his mouth and beginning to ride him again.
Her thrusts were hard and long, and she felt him everywhere inside of her as he whimpered into her kiss and met her tongue with his. But then he broke the kiss and he shifted further down the bed so that they were at an angle.
She gasped in surprise, feeling him shift in her in a way that sent a spike of ecstasy shooting through her like someone had taken a sword of pleasure and slashed her right up her middle. "Shit!" she gasped against his hair, but then his mouth began to move down her neck, to her shoulders, and lower still.
"Keep going," came his deep, heady voice, scratchy with pleasure.
How was his voice alone making her feel so hot? God she was going to die from this. She was okay with it. Car chases, falling off of buildings and out of windows, having to dive out of a helicopter with a stolen chute, getting shot at, she'd rather go out like this. With this man under her, his tongue finding that first circle of chocolate and tasting her.
She moaned loudly, rocking her hips into his, trying to focus both on how he felt inside of her, and how his mouth felt traversing the heated skin of her chest, cleaning the chocolate off of her.
Sarah slammed her hand against the headboard, the pleasure was too great, and she began to thrust even harder, growling out a curse as he started to suck on one of her nipples.
And when his hand landed on her ass and squeezed, another climax surprised her, shoving her over the cliff of ecstasy as she shut her eyes tightly and cried out. "Chuck! Yeeeesss!"
Even as she panted, twisting her fingers in Chuck's curls, he moved to her other nipple, cleaning it off with his tongue, swirling around the sensitive nub.
Mischief made itself known in the supermodel then as she moaned, starting to ride him harder and faster, earning a deep groan that reverberated through her midsection delectably.
And even as distracted as she was by his mouth, his touch, and the heat of him inside of her as she swung her hips in his lap, Sarah reached back, blindly feeling for a strawberry. She felt it between her fingers and waited for him to finish with her nipple, pulling his face back from her chest, before she dangled the strawberry between them, the stem clutched between her pointer finger and thumb.
She slowed down her thrusts, her mouth falling open as she whimpered at how good this felt. And then she brought the strawberry to her lips and took a bite out of it, smirking at him as she chewed.
Chuck surprised her by sitting them both up. Her hips stilled in her surprise, but he acted fast, capturing her mouth in a kiss. She hummed as he took part of the strawberry from her, and she tasted the chocolate he'd eaten off of her body on his tongue.
She melted against him with a breathy moan, and he began to bump his hips up against hers, making her yelp in pleasure. But the bit of strawberry neither of them had chewed flipped out from between their lips and cascaded down his chest, landing on the sheets beside them, leaving a little red stain there.
Chuck let out a high pitched, "Ah! Oh no!"
She giggled wildly, quickly scooping it up and tossing it onto the plate behind them with a, "Gross!"
And they laughed hard together, limbs entangled around one another, foreheads touching. Sarah could barely breathe already, but then he kissed her cheek and down her jaw, starting to thrust himself up into her again, locking his arms around the small of her back and pulling her into his thrusts.
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she just enjoyed the sensations, but when she lowered her head again, gasping at how good it felt, she caught sight of the red on the sheets, as small of a stain as it was.
"Wait, wait. Wait," she gasped out, pressing her hand to his chest, grabbing his shoulder. "Crap…"
"What?" He panted, stopping immediately. "Did I hurt you? I—"
"No!" She laughed and carefully eased herself off of his lap, her eyelids fluttering at how good even that felt. "Wait, I—We should…the strawberry…sheets," she got out through rough breaths.
"Oh. Oh yeah! Good-Good idea. Right."
She hurried off of the bed and went into the bathroom, biting back a laugh as she heard him breathe out a reverent "Oh my God", something about it told her he hadn't meant for her to hear it. She related to that sentiment quite a bit.
But she hurried back with a washcloth that was damp and had some soap on it. "I hope this works," she giggled, jumping onto the bed and starting to rub at it. She cracked up as he took the cloth from her and started rubbing vigorously.
He eventually sat up again and shrugged. "Sarah, I hate to tell you. I really think that's the best we can do."
But she was already eating him up with her crackling blue eyes. "Let them charge me for it if they want to. Worth it."
Chuck looked up at her, eyes wide. And then he smirked.
And before she knew it, he'd tossed the washcloth in the same direction her robe had gone and he grabbed her, swinging her around onto her back with a quick yank, making her squeak and giggle as she landed with a thump. He was on top of her just as quickly, and with one more hungry grin exchanged, he was inside of her, his arms pushing under her body.
He began thrusting hard, slipping his arm under her thigh and bending her leg back so that the angle he entered her made her eyes cross.
She shut said crossed eyes and held onto his arms, letting him have the driver's seat, whimpering, panting his name.
When it ended, she didn't even know how many hours later, their limbs were still tangled and she was still having trouble catching her breath.
He let out a little groan and nuzzled her shoulder cutely with his nose, pressing a kiss there right after. "I'm never looking at a bar of chocolate the same again."
Sarah burst into laughter. "You just destroyed the mood."
"Yeah I heard it as I said it."
She giggled and turned in his arms, sidling up even closer to him, her breasts smashed between their bodies, and she reached up to smooth her fingers through his hair. "I'm not mad. I think it's kinda cute honestly."
"That I have a big mouth? Really?" He reached back and pinched himself, wincing. "Ow."
"Why'd you do that?"
"Checking to make sure this isn't a dream. It isn't."
"That was so cheesy and sweet. I don't even know what to do about you."
"Oh. Oh yes you do. If the last few hours are any indication, you know exactly what to do about me." He groaned and flopped over onto his back dramatically, making her blush and giggle manically.
She really, really liked this man. SO MUCH. He was so candid and real and sweet and a goofball. And when the chocolate play had continued after they escaped to the kitchen to rewarm it, he'd let her hear the way she made him feel as she tasted it on his body. That was new. Unbridled whimpers, actual words and phrases that clearly let her know she was making him feel good.
The sex aside, too. He just SAID things, and if it was awkward, he'd make a cute face and try to backtrack with a self deprecating tone, or he'd tease himself.
Sarah Walker wasn't sure she'd ever had this much fun. The fun was endless.
And because she wanted to have even more fun, she reached her arms up above her head and arched her back, doing her best catlike stretch, even making a low "meeoowwww" sound to try to make him laugh.
He did chuckle, but then he groaned. "I know I'm a total nerd for this and I'm doing it anyway…" And that was why she liked him so freaking much. "That was such a Catwoman thing to do and you have no idea how hot that is."
She snorted. "Like, Michelle Pfeiffer Catwoman?"
Chuck pushed himself to sit up so fast, she jumped, looking up at him with wide eyes. "You know that Michelle Pfeiffer was Catwoman?"
"Yeah. Come on, like I didn't see that at least once growing up? She was an icon for that whip stuff." He groaned and flopped over dramatically, making her cackle. "You're such a massive geek, and I cannot deal with it."
"Go on then. Rip off the Bandaid and kick me out of here." He winced. "Come on. I deserve it. It had to happen eventually."
She smirked and smacked his arm gently. "Shut up. I'm not kicking you out for being a geek. For some reason I happen to think it's super cute. Maybe it's just that it's you being a geek."
He paused, then shrugged. "I'll take it."
Laughing, she draped herself over him and snuggled close. "Let's go on that plant roof thing again tonight."
He shifted under her to look into her face. "Really? You mean on the roof of my building? You wanna do that again?"
"Yeah. Can we?" She felt a shy look come over her face. "I can get my driver to take us."
He raised his eyebrows. "Do you think he'll let me in his car?"
Sarah pushed herself up to hover over him giving him a wtf look. "It's MY car first of all. And why wouldn't he?"
"I dunno. If he's…protective. 'Cuz you're technically his charge, you know?"
"His job is to drive me places and to push himself between me and asshole paps or fans who get too close. That's it. He doesn't get to tell me who gets in the back of the car. Come on." She poked his side and he giggled, squirming boyishly. "Let's go."
And they climbed out of bed to get dressed.
+ —
Chuck didn't see or hear the driver at all when he and Sarah separately escaped down to her car.
He'd been advised to go down first, and he'd slipped into the back of the car a block away from the hotel. The driver hadn't rolled down the partition, no introductions, just a ghostly silence that made the young man in the back exceptionally uncomfortable. And 5 minutes later, the car started again and drove around through the side alley, Sarah popping out of the door heavily disguised, with an overnight bag over her shoulder.
Just in case, he stayed low until she got inside and snorted at him. "You're sweet, but these windows are heavily tinted. We're okay to sit up normally."
"O-Oh. Right."
And as the driver took them back to his place, the partition continued to stay up. Almost as if Sarah had advised him to drive and not introduce himself to this man she'd been spending time with, not to even let him see his face, not to say a single word.
When they rolled up along the side alley of Chuck's building, he got out first and checked to make sure no one else was around, then they got into his private elevator and rode it up together.
He knew he was being ridiculous, but standing in an elevator with her felt like a THING to him. Considering they'd been sneaking around these last few days they'd been spending time together. Taking separate elevators up and down.
Chuck turned and smiled at her, taking her in with her oversized jacket, baggy jeans, hair tucked up under a hat with a wide brim, and sunglasses. Though they weren't the sunglasses that covered her whole face, like what he saw celebrity women wear in tabloid pictures when he was standing in line at the grocery store.
"What?" She paused. "You making fun of my disguise?"
"I didn't say anything about your disguise. You look pretty cute in clothes that are too big for you, though. Kind of like one of the Olsen twins—ah! Ow!" She'd reached over to smack his arm hard, thankfully laughing while she did it.
"Don't joke about those poor women. They never hurt anyone and they get so relentlessly mocked."
He winced. "I know, you're right. I'm sure being on their side of things has helped you figure out what it's like to be in their shoes, huh?"
"Yeah, you could say that. I empathize with them."
"Okay, I apologize for teasing you and them. But is it okay if I still like the look with the clothes that are too big for you?" He winced again. "Can I say that?"
"You can say what you want, but that doesn't mean I have to believe you," she said with a smirk, and when the elevator doors swept open, she almost walked right out. But he caught her by her hand and gently moved her so that he could go first, looking each way, making sure the coast was clear, and making her giggle with a military signal for her to join him.
"I appreciate the care you're taking here, don't think I don't," she whispered. "But isn't this a private elevator? Didn't you say that?"
"Yeah, it is, but if one of the staff is up here checking on…I dunno, a hallway light that's flickering or something…I don't want 'em seeing you."
He felt her hand settle on his back as he unlocked the door and opened it, quickly ushering her in. He followed her and shut it again, flicking the lock. And when he turned back, she'd taken the hat off, tossing it frisbee style onto the nearby couch, pulling off the sunglasses and shrugging out of the oversized jacket.
He took that from her and hung it on one of the mounted pegs on the wall by the door.
"You're…um, being very sweet about having to sneak around, Chuck. I mean, it must seem so silly to you." She shifted her weight between her feet, looking uncomfortable. "Going down at different times, having to find my car a block away and sitting in it for 5 minutes, waiting for me to come down and dive in the back with you when Casey drives around to get me. It's… I mean, it FEELS silly to me too, it just…"
"No I get it." He nodded. "You don't need the added frustration that'll come from paparazzi finding out you're hanging out with some random dude while here."
"Hey. You're not THAT random."
"I'd be random to THEM," he amended. "Unless any of 'em are tech heads, they won't even know who I am."
"Some guy I picked up off the beach."
"After you nearly drowned him." She shoved him playfully and he laughed, staggering back. "I'm teasing, I'm teasing!"
"I'm trying to thank you for being so patient and letting me make you jump through hoops to spend time together, even though it must seem stupid to you. I know you're not used to this kind of bullshit. You probably go where you want, with whoever you want. I just can't. It's all very…um… Well I have to mould the way things look to them. It's like in theatre, you know, they have to make the set look the way they want, put the furniture in certain places, make the audience think they're somewhere they're not in a way. That's what I do with my life. It's like a play set on a stage."
He nodded, sticking his hands in his pockets. "I see."
She gave him a bit of a droll look and he wondered if she thought he was just saying that. She had a point. He might've just been saying it. That sounded like crap, having to mould outward appearances like that. "Well, nevertheless, when I go home at the end of the day, I take off the makeup and step off the stage, and I get to unwind and be…who I am." She lowered her voice, her gaze dropping to the side. "Whoever that even is anymore."
He shrugged off his jacket and hung it up. "I haven't known you for long at all, Sarah Walker, but I can give you at least some sort of answer to that. Take it with a grain of salt, of course." She gave him a curious look that spurred him on. "Hard-working, industrious. If you will." She giggled at that, bringing her arms up to hug herself shyly. "Funny, warm, super nice." He cleared his throat, wandering closer to her. "You're a superstar, Sarah. The pinnacle of success in your field. And by all rights, you could be really stuck-up, you could expect the world to hand you everything you ask for because you are THE most gorgeous living being in the whole universe."
A smile stretched over her mouth and she ducked her head, still shy.
"But you're not like that at all. You don't expect the world to hand you anything. You expect respect, though. You expect to be treated with respect, and that's what you deserve. It's what we all deserve. But you definitely do. So even not really knowing a lot about you, outside of that you make me laugh, and you're super likable, and so extremely good at sex that it's almost a little concerning…" She let out a quick laugh, like a bubble had burst in her throat, and she blushed. It was adorable. "But besides those things, I don't really know who you are, except that I know you're someone who deserves my utmost respect."
Sarah took a deep breath, finally lifting her eyes to meet his, and then she pulled her bottom lip back between her teeth and bit down. "I was going to ask if maybe we could do something about getting some food in here. But I think that's going to have to wait."
"Oh. You hungry? 'Cuz we can—"
"Chuck?"
"Hm?"
"It has to wait."
"Oh. For…? oh." He was finally picking up on her cues, even if it took him a second. Her eyes were absolutely blazing with desire.
"I need you to find a surface somewhere, quick, and I don't care if it's vertical or horizontal."
Oh God. Ohgodohgodohgodohgod.
"May-Maybe the bed would be the most comf—"
"I don't care, Chuck, just get me there. Immediately."
"Right."
And he grabbed her hand, rushing her to the bedroom.
+ —
Chuck grappled in his desperation for more, even if he wasn't sure he could even take any more. He realized she'd picked up on his desperation, on his need, and maybe she shared it, because she began to ride him wildly.
"Sarah!"
He'd never felt anything like this. He absolutely could take it. He would do everything within his power to take it. Whatever she had to give, he would take, and hope he could give back just as much.
Chuck tried to bend his leg and brace his foot against the floor so that he could thrust himself up to meet her, even if her rhythm was all over the place in the best way. But her particularly hard stroke shifted him so that the sheet they'd dragged over the side of the bed with them slid out from under him, and his bare ass met with the cold floor.
He yelped at the sensation and she stopped rocking on him, bracing one hand on his chest and stroking the other through his curls, a tinge of concern on her face mixed with a heady desire. "Y-you okay? Am I being too rough?" she panted.
"Oh fuck no," he said immediately and she looked highly amused at that. "No, no, the…the floor. It's cold. I wasn't ready for it." He lifted his ass off of the floor and tried to situation himself better on the sheet twisted under him. It was useless. He needed to just get used to the cold floor against his heated skin and stop being such a baby. "Sorry. Sorrysorry. Please continue. Please God continue. I'm literally begging you."
Sarah fell forward a little with a laugh.
Let her laugh, he thought to himself, feeling mischievous. And he curled his fingers around her hips, held her steady, and began to bounce himself up into her hard and fast.
He watched as her eyes snapped open, shock there, and it quickly crumbled into utter ecstasy.
"Oh yeah! Chuck!" She moaned, and within half of a minute, she reached up to smack her hand against the side of the mattress, twisting her fist in the sheet tumbling over the side, tangled up with their bodies. She came hard. "Fuck!"
Chuck sat up and wrapped her up in his embrace, kissing her down her jaw as she took heaving, whimpering breaths, turning her face into his hair.
When the taut ropes of her muscles finally eased under his fingers, she sagged into his lap, her cheek falling to his shoulder as she moaned, "Oh my God…"
Chuck just held her, getting lost in the sensation of her still surrounding him, her muscles twitching still as he gently stroked his fingers up and down her back, pushing her hair from her face, hunching forward to press his lips to the crook of her neck.
And then she began to giggle, her whole body shaking in his arms.
"What?" he chuckled.
"I'm just thinking about how we had a late lunch or…early dinner or whatever. And instead of just moving the plates off the bed, we took this to the floor."
"Oh." He laughed. "Okay, yeah, that was kind of silly."
She moaned, squirming in his lap and wrapping her arms around him even tighter, nuzzling his neck with her nose. "Too much work to move the plates."
"This was somehow less work? Yanking the sheets half off the bed and getting freaky on the floor?"
Sarah snorted and laughed, sitting up and pushing her hair out of her face, beaming down at him. "Getting freaky? Really? Yeah, I think this is over, I'm calling my driver."
She squealed and threw her head back with a loud laugh when he turned them over and tackled her to the floor, forcing her to feel the coldness under her. "No, please! I give in! I won't call him!" she teased. "This floor really is cold, holy shit."
He laughed. "Told you. That's why I reacted so intensely. It's super cold."
"Why didn't we stay on the bed?"
"No idea."
She let out another laugh, and he saw only a hint of a mischievous glint in her blue eyes before he was on his back again, Sarah pushing herself to sit up, towering over him. He thought she might continue things, but she lifted herself off of his lap. He couldn't help the whimper at the loss of her and she looked mighty pleased by it. Fuck it, he wasn't even going to try to hide it.
She drove him crazy. Let her know she drove him crazy. Let her fuggin' know.
But then she leaned over him to start kissing his face, oh so slowly dragging her lips down, down further, further, lower and lower and lower, for who even knew how long, her mouth found spots on his body no other person had ever touched, especially not like this. She found sensitive places, trigger points, on him HE hadn't even known existed.
And he was seriously keyed up, his whole body aching for her, buzzing like mad, his heavily lidded eyes half shut, in an absolute blissfuly trance of ecstasy, when he felt her lips surround him.
The sun slipped behind the horizon in the time it took her to build him up, back down again, up, down, up, down, making him feel an almost wild need for his finish. The room was cloaked in darkness as he heard himself start to whimper, "Please. God, Sarah, please…"
Her lips left him, replaced by her hand, and as she pleasured him in her fist, he tilted his head to look at her. She grinned. "Finally."
Really? He gave her a scandalized look. Had she been doing this all this time waiting for him to beg her to let him finish? REALLY?
"Oh, you make me feel so fucking nuts," he breathed, but there was a hitch in his voice when she lowered her head and took him in her mouth again.
And as she finally eased him over the precipice, making him cry out, his whole body shaking under her, he reached a hand up into the air, his fingers spasming as he closed them into a fist, and he slammed that fist hard against the bed beside him.
She crawled back up his body as he let out a couple of rough breaths, groaning, covering his face and trying to slow his heart rate.
Kissing his cheek, she moved her lips to his ear. "Worth the wait?"
"Oh, I hate you, and I also think you're the most insanely fantastic incredible stunning mindblowing person to ever exist," he panted.
"I'm gonna take that as a yes," she teased in an almost jolly tone. "Can we go on the roof now?"
All Chuck could do in response was laugh so hard he nearly choked himself in the process.
+ —
"Per tradition, I shall traverse the treacherous steps to our destination in an attempt to make sure our journey shall not be interrupted by any other human beings. And I shall do it alone." He swept her hand up in his, his other hand on the handle of the condo's door. "Will you miss me?" he teased, smoldering at her as he lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles.
Sarah affected her best weepy period romance damsel look and lifted her chin dramatically, giving him a heavy lidded look.
"No," she breathed with utmost drama.
He broke character and burst into laughter. "Damn. Well, okay. Let's hope there aren't any dragons on the staircase because I'll be eaten by 'em and you'll feel really bad that those were your last words to your knight in shining armor."
She grinned at him as he opened his door and stepped backwards into the hallway. "Careful of the dragons, my good knight."
"And goodnight." He bowed low, making her giggle, and then he winked and literally skipped down the hallway, making her laugh even harder.
She shut the door behind him and turned to press her back against it, still laughing. He made everything feel so good. She hadn't had this much fun ever. And she wasn't in Monte Carlo, or Nice, or Barbados, or the Dominican Republic, or Maui, or the Alps, or anywhere else she's partied into the early morning hours with the movers and shakers of her industry, movie stars, supermodels, photographers, directors, producers…
She was with Chuck Bartowski in a condo he maybe owned? She didn't remember if he owned it or not. In New York City. No massive parties, no drinking until the wee hours of the morning, no cakes with people popping out of them, no bungee jumping or Jell-O shots on yachts. It was just him.
Sarah Walker knew she was being insane with this guy. Absolutely balls to the wall ridiculous. She was saying silly things, acting like an idiot, using accents, eating chocolate off of a man's…well, his everything. That chocolate had found every nook and cranny on his body by the time she was done with him. And vice versa.
And the question was whether this was who she really was when she was comfortable enough with another person, or if his silliness was just rubbing off on her.
She didn't know and she supposed she didn't care.
Because it was so much fun.
It was like there was a fireworks show going off in her midsection, constant bright lights exploding in her, making her feel incredible.
And then the door shifted behind her and she stepped forward just enough for him to be able to peek his head around the dark wood to eye her. "Coast is clear. Let's boogie."
Sarah giggled, feeling an almost manic glee erupting from her. She moved so that he could come all the way inside and he went into the closet to grab a thick coat. "Geez is it that cold out there?"
"Um, kinda freezing. It's high up, ya know?"
She winced. "Damn it. I only have that thin jacket. I guess we'll have to make this quick, huh?" But before she could go for her jacket, Chuck stepped in front of her and held up his pointer finger for her to wait, lifting his eyebrow.
Then he disappeared to the bedroom where she'd spotted his large suitcase pressed into the corner earlier. And when he emerged, he had another thick brown coat draped over his arms.
"I overpacked, as always, which means I have an extra warm coat."
"Oh, and you're letting me use it?" She made a teasingly pouty face at him.
"Pssshh. Yes. Please. Seeing you in another thing that's too big for you? It's the dream."
She cracked up and took the coat from him, looking down at it. It had a thin layer of what was probably faux fur inside, not that she was a snob about that, but being a supermodel, she knew the difference. But then he took it back anyway to help her shrug it on, and she wrapped it tight around her, holding it shut. "Oh that's nice."
"Good." He shrugged his other coat on, which fit him like a glove, sort of deliciously, actually, and he buttoned a few buttons, shoving the collar up against his neck. "And they make fun of over packers. We're the ones who end up saving the day."
"Or night," she added, ushering him towards the door. "Now we boogie."
+ —
It was still cold even with the coats, but the view was so magical at night, the clear sky with a small dappling of stars considering all the light pollution, but more stars up here than you could see down there with all the tall buildings blocking the sky.
She thought it had maybe been an hour since they snuck up to the rooftop garden, and she told him more about the plants, and even though there weren't any cactus plants to speak of, she told him about night blooming cacti, and how their flowers looked like something from another planet sometimes.
He'd eaten that up, as she thought he might. Being a sci fi geek and all.
And now they stood at the edge, and Chuck had propped one foot on the bottom rung of the railing, his hands shoved in his pockets. And with the way the high altitude wind whipped at his curls, he almost looked like some old timey adventure hero.
She wanted to stay up here a little while longer, so she didn't say that out loud, because even though she didn't know him THAT well yet, she knew enough about him, about his wants and needs and desires, to know that if she said something like that to this nerd, he would drag her back downstairs and eat her up.
Which sounded fantastic, but she wanted a little more time with the night sky and the vegetation surrounding her.
"The world looks different from up here," he said, breaking the comfortable silence.
"It does," she agreed with a nod. "And its problems seem smaller. Or maybe that's just me."
"No, it isn't just you. You're right. Shit seems trivial when you see the city looking like this. Like, look at what humankind is capable of. One of the greatest cities in the world, stretching out in front of us, the lights, the park over there," he took his hand out of his pocket and pointed. "We're capable of awesome stuff and then we do such stupid and bad things to each other."
"You ARE an adventure hero," she breathed without really meaning to.
He turned a furrowed brow to her. "Huh?"
"I was just…ahem, thinking." She felt herself blushing and was pretty sure he couldn't tell out here in the bad lighting, the moon only a sliver in the sky. "The way you're standing like that with your foot up and in that coat, with your curls getting picked up by the wind. You look like a hero in some adventure novel. And then you went and said that about people doing stupid and bad things to each other. And I realized you kind of are that. I mean, an adventure hero."
Chuck smiled warmly. "That's sweet. But I'm not. I don't do anything adventurous, or heroic."
"You slayed a stairs dragon for me so I could come up here safely," she said with a shrug, making it as cute as possible.
He seemed to almost melt, taking his foot down and turning to face her better. "I like you," he mumbled dreamily. And then he shook himself a bit and cleared his throat. "I mean, you're right. I did slay a dragon but that's…pffft. That's first year in Knight School stuff. Easy."
Sarah giggled. She liked him too. So much. "Is that why you were able to get rid of the body so quickly?"
"I took you around the body. You couldn't see him 'cuz he was an invisible dragon."
"Oh God," she groaned, laughing.
"Was that too geeky? Did I over geek? Cross a geek line?"
"Yes."
"Sorry."
"Never apologize to me for that."
"I will try not to. That's all I can promise."
Smirking, she shook her head at him and stretched out her hand. He looked down at it in curiosity for only a moment before he easily dropped his own hand into hers. With a raise of her eyebrows, she stepped around him, pulling him along with her towards the far corner of the roof where the small structure was that they'd hidden behind when the gardener came up here the other day.
It would've been easy enough to just pull him over to one of the seats, splay themselves out on it and canoodle or whatever. And maybe that was what Chuck was thinking she was doing by pulling him over.
But she side-stepped the sitting area and instead slipped behind the wall and took him towards the corner where they'd hidden from the gardener, New York City's lights and the river spilling out in front of them in every direction. She turned and pressed her back to the wall, sighing as she bunched up the collar of his coat she was borrowing around her neck to protect her skin under her jaw from the cold.
Chuck didn't say anything, but she thought by the look in his eyes that he understood what they were doing right here. They were revisiting a moment.
And he didn't seem like he was willing to let the moment go to waste as he smiled and stepped in close, wrapping an arm around her waist, their chests pressed together as he leaned down to kiss her.
She nuzzled into his warmth and kissed him back, and they stayed there for a while, enjoying each other, lips moving together, wrapped around one another. She lost herself in his touch, enough that she nearly missed the way he shivered against her, his teeth chattering a little even as their mouths were melded together.
Giggling, she pulled back just enough to mumble "California boy" in an affectionate drawl.
"Guilty." He shivered again. And she looked right into his eyes, taking his hand again, and pulling him back to the door that led into the building. She had ways to warm him up, after all. This California boy.
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