The Model Agent

By SarahsSupplyCloset

Author's Note: Thank you. Sorry it's taking so long. Holidays are always a draining time of year.

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 watched him trying to clean up the table, stacking containers, shoving it into bags, as she came out from around the suite's kitchen area. "Chuck, what are you doing?"

"Hm? Oh, I've gotta get on the road here just in case some crazy shit happens with those trains and they're late or something, because I don't want to be late getting to the airport. Those private plane pilots do not suffer fools."

She smirked. "I think that's probably all they do…"

Chuck stopped and raised his gaze to her, what she said finally dawning on him, and he grinned, chuckling. "Touché, Miss Walker," he drawled, shaking his finger at her. "But I think having to fly Private Plane Douchebags all over has sort of made them immune to the douchebaggery. Like, they don't take guff. At all. Not that I've ever given a pilot guff. Nor have I ever been late for any of 'em, and I don't want to start tonight."

"I thought your flight isn't leaving for 3 hours," she said, doing her best to keep disappointment from her tone. She felt a dull ache in her chest, one that overpowered the dull ache in her ankle, which was already dissipating, in spite of how much she'd jostled it and bumped it when they had sex on the couch, finally moving it back to the bed where they'd spent the rest of the day pretty much, until they got hungry for dinner.

"It isn't. But I don't know how long the subway will take to get me back to my place, and then again to get me to the airport. If I'm early, I'm early. But I hate…I hate being late…"

Sarah interrupted him, his sentence drifting off. She'd closed the distance between them and wrapped her hands around his wrists, stopping him from cleaning up. "Chuck, I'll do this."

"No, I—"

"Chuck?" She raised both of her eyebrows and gave him a little tug to force him to turn away from the dinner clean-up and face her instead. "They're Chinese takeout containers. I'm perfectly capable of taking those down to the trash. As much money as I have, and as easy as it would be for me to hire people to cook, clean, and wipe my ass for me, that isn't my style." She tilted her head then and winced. "I should amend that. I have someone I pay to teach me how to cook and she works at my house in Beverly Glen. She's sort of, like, on call for appointments when I'm home. But she's not, like, someone who waits on me hand and foot. I'm…doing what you do…aren't I? The rambling?"

"Yes," he said quietly, a smile slowly growing over his face. "I hate when I hear myself doing it, but on you, it's pretty attractive."

"Shut up," she giggled, squeezing his hands. "Point is, I'm perfectly capable of cleaning up after us. I just…I don't want these last moments before you go to be filled by you going down to a dumpster to toss our trash. I want you here."

"Right here? I might get the goo from the moo goo Gai pan on my pants. Chow mien in your hair."

Sarah barked out a laugh, pushing him away from her. "You're such a dork. You know exactly what I meant and sex had nothing to do with it."

"I know," he chuckled, his brown eyes bright, the gold flecks shimmering as the sun was just finishing setting outside of her window. The light cascaded over him in stripes, and she realized for the first time that his half-assed re-buttoning of his shirt an hour ago was crooked. She gestured to him. "Think you're one button off there, Nerd Company Guy."

He blinked and then looked down. His face almost matched the magenta shade of his shirt as he blushed. "Oh. Shit. Uh…" He let out an embarrassed laugh. "And they say I'm a genius."

"It's okay, Chuck. Here. Let me help." She stepped in and started unbuttoning it from the bottom, exchanging an amused look with him.

"You're a runway model," he said quietly, and she flicked her gaze back up to his. How were his eyes so soft when he looked at her? She'd never seen anything like it before. It made her melt. "You're, like, a professional at wearing clothes the right way."

That made her laugh. "How are you so fucking cute? I don't understand how it's even possible."

"I've been called cute before—side note: never by anyone who wanted to sleep with me," he mumbled, making her snort and roll her eyes at him. "But I've never been called fucking cute. That's new."

"It's what you are."

"Does that mean I'm a cute fucker?"

"I don't even know how to deal with you," she giggled, reaching up to ruffle his hair with her fingers. His soft curls that felt like silk between her fingers. She didn't want him to go. She wanted him to stay here.

And as she unbuttoned the last button of his shirt, it fell away, revealing his bare chest to her admittedly hungry gaze. She lifted her eyes to his and she felt just how badly he wanted to stay too. The way his eyebrows turned up in the middle, his lips in a thin, hard line, his shoulders tense.

Sarah stepped in against him and tucked her arms under his shirt, rounding his torso and hugging herself to his chest tightly. She felt his much longer arms wrap around her shoulders and embrace her hard. Shifting her face she dotted kisses against his pecks, over his collarbone. "Stay here," she breathed even as she dragged her lips over his skin, unable to help herself. "Don't leave just yet. Please."

She could feel his whole body shiver under her touch, and perhaps at her words.

"I…can't," he whispered. "I-I mean, I have to be on that plane. That meeting in the morning is…"

"I know. I know it's important. Just like mine was this morning. Even if it…isn't going to come to anything." She winced. Mostly the wince was an acknowledgment of her lie. He'd asked her earlier how the meeting went, if she got the part, while they were lying wrapped up in one another in bed, between sex, and she'd lied, telling him she didn't think it went well with the whole ankle thing happening. She'd felt like an asshole for accepting the comforting and reassuring kisses he'd peppered all over her body in response to her nonexistent disappointment.

It felt so terrible, lying to him. And lying to the others had always felt so simple, so important. This whole thing might turn out to be more trouble than she feared it would be, this "trying" with Chuck Bartowski, CEO of Nerd Tech Inc.

If she felt this ache lying to him about something so trivial and simple, how would the big lies feel when she had to leave him behind for a mission without telling him that was what she was doing? Fuck.

Chuck dropped his lips to her head, giving her a long kiss there, his hand coming up to stroke her hair. "When you're back in LA, we'll meet up again. We're agreed on that, right?" She nodded, shutting her eyes tight. "When you have time, I mean. When we can get our schedules to behave."

She giggled. "I like how you phrased that. Like our busy schedules are misbehaved little children."

Sarah felt his grin against her hair and he nuzzled her with his nose, making her smile hard. Small, intimate gestures like that had really pushed her over the edge. If this had just been a sexual attachment between them, about satiating physical desire and lust and nothing else, it would've been easy enough for her to just say "Thanks for this weekend, it's been fun" and move on with her life.

But there was something deep inside of her that was so drawn to him, it almost scared her. The physical need she had for him aside, her soul reached out for him desperately. He settled her, made her feel like her feet were on the ground, and at the same time, he made her so nervous, and lifted her up so high her head hovered in the clouds.

Shit, what was she supposed to do with this?

It was dangerous.

Maybe without the CIA thing, this was doable. No maybe about it. If she weren't a secret agent for the CIA, Sarah Walker, supermodel and actress, could dive headfirst into this man without a care in the world.

Well. She'd have at least one care, and that'd be that paparazzi keep their shifty bylines the fuck away from him.

That was something she still had yet to address with him.

Chuck pulled back a little and looked down at her, his hands rubbing up and down her back, then shifting to her biceps. He had such large hands. They felt so comfortable and safe against her, around her. "I should…button my shirt…correctly now." He swallowed hard and set his fingers to do just that.

But Sarah reached out and gently draped her fingers over his. He stilled.

"I'm not going to be back in LA for a few days, and even then, I'm booked again nearly every hour of the day for the next 2 weeks just about. Going from this…24/7 thing we've had the last few days, to nothing for however long that's going to be, I… I guess I'm just asking for a little bit more?" She bit her lip and raised an eyebrow in question.

"I…I hafta…I mean, I've only got 3 hours and…" He sighed heavily, his eyes shutting. And then he breathed out an almost imperceptible, "Fuck."

Sarah's eyebrows popped, not quite knowing what had just happened in his brain, if he'd made some kind of decision or…

He'd definitely made some kind of decision. And she knew what it was when his brown eyes snapped open and he stooped down in front of her, rounding her waist with his arms and hoisting her feet off of the ground.

She squealed and cracked up, having to grab onto his head and shoulders to keep from tipping. "I thought you said you weren't going to do this without permission," she laughed, glee filling her up as he walked her towards the double doors that led into the bedroom, his intention crystal clear.

"Did I say that? I did say that. I changed my mind. Is that alright?" he tossed up at her. "Watch your head."

He stooped to safely ease her through the doorway as she slumped forward, hanging down his back, her fist twisting in his shirt.

And once he got to the bed, he carefully eased down to his knees to set her back on her feet, but then he stayed there as she placed an affectionate hand on the top of his head, and he wrapped his arms around her upper thighs, pulling her in tightly against him and burying his face in her belly. She could feel his hot breath through her thin cotton camisole.

Why it turned her on as effectively as it did, she had no idea, but she threaded her fingers through his curls, and then tightened her grip on them, gently but adamantly pulling him back up to his feet.

His eyes crackled with heat as they latched onto hers, and he slowly dragged himself up her body as he stood, her grip still tight in his hair. But he stilled halfway up, and she gasped as he covered her nipple with his tongue through the cotton. She felt the wet heat soaking into the shirt, the pressure on her sensitive nipple, and then he closed his lips around it and teased. She felt like someone was tugging on a string that led right between her legs.

Oh, he was definitely staying a little while longer.

He switched to her other nipple, then, and in the meantime, he pushed his hand up under the cami and rolled the nipple he'd just left between his fingers. Her head fell back and she gave a tug on his hair, hearing him hiss quietly. "Sorry," she mumbled distractedly.

He just let out a deep snicker, before he stopped his efforts and stood to his full height, grabbing the hem of the cami and tugging it up her body. It was gone, tossed off to the side somewhere.

She felt his fingers on the button of her capris then too, and she let him unbutton them, the zipper sliding down, and just like that, he was teasing her over her panties, his fingers tucking into the front of her jeans.

All she could do was cling to him, pressing her face into his chest, her eyes fluttering shut as she panted against his collarbone. "Chuck…" she whimpered, her body clenching in pleasure as he stroked his fingers skillfully over her sex.

In spite of his worries about being late, nothing about this was rushed. They peeled one another's clothes off slowly, lips replacing cloth, replacing cotton, and his shoulders ended up wedged under her thighs and his mouth draped over her.

She didn't know what time it was or how much time was passing or if some magical spell had fallen over the bedroom to make time slow down altogether. All she knew was that he was there, his curls felt so silky in her fingers, and his skilled mouth was sending her to new heights somehow.

Sarah reached up to slap her hand against the headboard and hold on as the pleasure began to build towards a crescendo. She could see it, feel it, hovering there, in front of her. But she still wasn't prepared for just how good it would feel once it crashed over her, her whole body quivering as she whimpered his name.

She could feel the almost manic grin on her face as he finally crawled back up her body, his lips dotting her flushed skin along the way, spending time on her breasts, this time without the cotton barrier, before he finally hovered with his face over hers.

Playfully closing her legs around him so that her thighs pinned his hips between them, she cupped his head and pulled him down for a long, languorous kiss. He broke it with a groan.

"I would love to take my time right now," he muttered against her jaw. "That's what you deserve."

"I think we both deserve it," she said breathlessly, rubbing her other hand up and down his back, her fingers dipping in the valley of his lower back, feeling his muscles there.

"We do… I just—I can't…"

She made a whining sound, teasingly, pouting up at him. "I know." She leaned up on her elbow to kiss him again, nuzzling his nose with hers. "But let's not make it too quick, huh?"

She winked and he chuckled. "You got it, Miss Walker."

They joined as the sun set further outside of her window, the sky darkening, the oranges and reds along the horizon becoming a deep blue again.

Sarah didn't notice. She shut everything out but him, especially the cynical voice in her own head, telling her these sensations were the only thing there was between them, the physical, and that continuing this further would only lead to hurt. She ignored that voice because every other part of her knew this admittedly fantastic pleasure coursing through her at the way he moved above her, the way he touched her, wasn't all there was between them. She knew it. And she thought he knew it too.

The beats between all of the sex they'd had these last few days, those multiple conversations on balconies, in greenhouses, in hotel vending rooms, it all culminated in something much purer than lust. There was a connection here. A real one.

"Chuck!"

She cried out, grabbing at his shoulder and holding on tight as he made his thrusts faster. And somehow deeper, meeting her in just the right spot to send lights cascading through her vision. She climaxed again not a minute later, shuddering under him.

He wasn't kidding about making this a little quicker.

And while everything in her was mischievously prompting her to subtly slow things down in spite of his concerns about being late, she also respected his valid concerns, and took him seriously. Without even having to think that hard about it—since thinking wasn't exactly something she could do super well at the moment, the pleasure crashing through her, scrambling her thoughts.

So instead of slowing things down, Sarah wrapped her leg over his ass and swung them both to the side, rolling Chuck onto his back. His eyes went wide for a moment, but then the adorable grin burst onto his handsome face.

Sarah draped herself over him and threaded her fingers with his, reaching up to pin their hands up at the pillow by his head. And then she began to grind herself up and down his body, clenching her lower half with each thrust, shutting her eyes and focusing on her movements.

"Sarah…" he groaned, squeezing her hands tightly. She moved her hips faster, bracing her toes against the mattress, her knees…

But she needed more control. He wanted fast. She would give him fast.

So she pushed her body up at an angle, hovering over him, pulling her knees up to brace them on either side of his hips, and she started swinging herself back and forth, riding him faster. She worked herself into genuine speed, building it up instead of diving right in, and it was hard to keep the sincere gasps and whimpers of pleasure at bay. He just felt so amazing.

She felt Chuck shiver beneath her and she pushed herself to sit up straight, her full weight in his lap, his cock deep, deep inside of her. Her eyelids fluttered and she sighed his name.

Letting go of his hands, having to shake hers out a bit to get the blood back into them, and giving him a heady look for it, one that made him chuckle gustily, she reached back with one hand to brace it on his thigh, and pressed her fingertips of her other hand to his abdomen, and without warning, she started to jerk herself on him with quick, hard thrusts.

"S-Sarah! Oh my God!"

He groaned loudly and craned his neck to blink in awed pleasure down at where they were joined, watching her hips whip back and forth. He reached up to brace himself against the headboard with both hands and his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

Sarah cried out as yet another orgasm spilled through her, but she didn't miss a beat, continuing to ride him, trying to get him to his own peak.

He surprised her, sitting up and embracing her front to his tightly, burying his face in the crook of her neck. And he began to arch himself up against her in quick little bounces.

"Oh, Chuck! Yes! Oh yeah…"

She rounded his shoulders with her arms and clung to him, pressing her face into his hair and bouncing herself to meet him. The room filled with the sounds of their moans of pleasure, the bed creaking in pain under them as their bouncing became harder and faster.

She shifted one of her legs so that she could get better leverage, bracing her foot on the mattress, tucking it under the pillow, and she bounced even harder on him.

He threw his head back with a loud groan of her name and she could feel his body tightening against hers. He had to be close. So she stopped bouncing and opted for something a bit more intimate, slipping her hand into his curls again and tightening her fist to pull gently, making him groan and let out a breathless chuckle, she waited for him to open his purple-hazed brown eyes and meet her blue ones…

And then she began to gyrate in earnest, letting them both actual feel the minute details of how their bodies were meeting, what he felt like inside of her, exactly where he was grinding against her inner walls.

She kissed him, opening her mouth, their tongues meeting as she continued to ride him. And as they broke the kiss for air, she breathed, "Come on, Chuck… Come on…"

And as she felt him hovering on the edge, his eyes narrowing in utter pleasure, Sarah shifted one of her hands at his upper back so that her nails grazed over his skin, down his spine and back up again.

His body jerked, and she felt him spill his seed.

"Sarah!" his tight voice gasped, and he groaned loudly, burying his face under her jaw, breathing hard.

She grinned into his hair, still gyrating, still pleasuring him as he came.

But he surprised her again when she felt his hand leave her, only to feel two of his fingers sneak down between them. Cool fingers covered her clitoris, and she arched herself back in shock to watch as he quickly touched her to completion yet again.

Her laughter came out in panting whimpers of ecstasy as they climaxed together, and she somehow ended up lying on her side, his arms around her as he kissed against her collar bone, cuddling her, limbs still tangled, still joined.

She groaned breathlessly, draping a loose arm over his side and beaming.

"S'that what—oh shit I can't breathe," he cursed under his breath, panting. "S'that what you…had in mind?"

Sarah laughed, still unable to catch her breath. "Oh, so much better. Oh my God."

He groaned, and she heard something different in this one, reluctance, regret, frustration. And she understood it deep in her soul. He hugged her tighter and kissed up her neck, to her jaw, and back down, leaving his warm lips against the juncture of her neck and shoulder. "I don't want to go. I want to stay here so badly it hurts."

"I wish you could stay," she whispered, stroking his curls. "But you getting on that plane tonight isn't going to be the end."

"You promise?" He asked, hugging her even tighter somehow. God, it felt so good to be wanted this badly. She'd never felt this badly wanted by anybody, so genuinely and sincerely wanted. She was addicted to it. And she was addicted to how badly she wanted him back.

"Yes," she promised. And she knew she shouldn't be making promises. "When things calm down, we're going to see each other again. Just…maybe…in a different setting."

She was still having such a hard time catching her breath. Holy crap.

They eventually extracted themselves, got Chuck dressed properly this time, giggling all the while, kissing, touching, and Sarah opted to wear only a robe, intending to shower once he left.

He paused at the door, and the look he gave her was almost enough for her to beg him to push off tomorrow's important meeting that probably couldn't be pushed off, so that she could re-bury herself in him and stay there for another 24 hours. 48 hours. 100 hours, damn it.

She saw the longing and yearning in him as he looked at her. God, he wanted to stay so badly and it felt so good she could explode.

"If there was any way—even half of a way—that I could stay here for longer, I would find it," he breathed, shaking his head. He looked a little annoyed as he glanced away then, shrugging his jacket on. "I love what I do. I love my company, my employees. And everything all of that allows me to do to…improve lives. It means a lot to me." She nodded, keeping her gaze on his face as he switched his earnest eyes back to hers. "Sometimes I wish it didn't require so much from me. I wish I had just…just a little more freedom. And I never wanted it so much as I want it right now."

God, how was she still a solid mass standing here in front of him and not just a puddle of melted Sarah Walker?

"I've never related to anything so much in my life," she mumbled in awe.

"That's what this is gonna be like, though, isn't it? Finding the times when we can say 'fuck it' to all the stuff piled on our plates and meet in the middle…in between the times when we just…can't." He slipped his hand over her hip and squeezed and she shivered at his touch.

This was so bad. This was going against everything she'd ever learned in the CIA. She didn't have the time for him. She didn't know how much she'd be able to lie without it physically taking its toll on her, without it taking its toll on him, even if he didn't really know why.

There were so many ways this could blow up in her face.

And still, she nodded. "Yeah, I think so. I think I can swing it, though. Can you?"

"Oh fuck yeah," he said immediately, a dreamy look on his face.

Sarah lunged at him and hugged him tightly. "You go catch that plane, Nerd Company Guy. And I'll be seein' you soon."

He squeezed her so tight she felt a few pops in her back and shoulders. "I hope very soon."

It wouldn't be very soon and they both knew it. But at least they knew it would happen. "You have my number," she said.

"Thank God."

They both laughed, and then he pulled back and kissed her.

It lasted for a while, long enough that she felt him pulling away even as he continued to hold her tighter against him, and it made her giggle. "Mmm, I have to go," he muttered, breaking the kiss. But dotting more kisses on her lips, her face. "I have to go."

"I know. Go."

He broke the kiss and stepped back, away from her, a pained look on his face. He was letting her see all of it and it was so refreshing how truthfully and candidly he allowed her to see him, and what he was feeling. It was so new and different and she was finding she might be a little obsessed with it. "I have to go," he almost whimpered.

"Go!" she laughed.

"I know, I know…I know," he rushed out. But then he dove in for one more kiss, and a tight hug as she giggled, beaming, hugging him back. "Okay, I'm going. I'm going."

And he groaned longingly one more time over his shoulder as he moved to the door, swung it open, looked at her, bit his lip, and finally left, shutting the door behind him.

She locked the door behind him, as if that would stop him from coming back and starting something again. And at the same time, she ached for him to run back, knock on the door. She would whip the door open, he'd dive into her arms, and they'd stagger together to the nearest flat surface and explore one another again.

But he didn't.

And she finally sighed and sagged, pushing a hand through her hair.

"I'm insane," she breathed in the sudden silence of the room. "This is so stupid."

And she felt so, so good.

Sorry, I know this was a quick one but I only had enough time for this much. More soon. Please review!

SarahsSupplyCloset