Spying in Chocolate

By SarahsSupplyCloset

Author's Note: I know it's been a while. Sorry. Life! Thanks for still reading.

Disclaimer: I am not making money from posting this story.

He kept his eyes shut tight and focused on the heat of her skin under his fingertips, how she felt electric under the pads of his fingers, like when picking up a polyester shirt on a windy day, the static blasting through your hand from where your fingers touched it.

He focused on her hot breath against his neck, the sound of her panting desperately, his name on her lips. Her voice crackled with satisfaction as she repeated his name in his ear this time, sounding like a flame reaching up out of the embers.

She was lying on top of him now, and their heads were at the foot of the bed, their feet jammed up against the pillows, legs tangled. She felt perfect on top of him, pressing him down into the mattress, all strength and softness at once. Silk stretched over steel.

He inwardly cursed. How was this his life?

Chuck let his fingers glide oh so slowly down her back, catching a little on the stretched material of her bra that rested on her mid back, and then he kept going, not stopping even as his fingers crested her ass. He glided his fingers down as far as he could comfortably reach, swirling a pattern over the outside of her thigh, grinning against her temple as she moaned.

Nothing in the whole world sounded better than her pleasure, he decided. Literally nothing. She felt so, so good. But that sound, knowing how she was feeling, how he was making her feel, blew everything else out of the water.

And then he froze as she pointedly rolled her hips, her thighs squeezing his legs between them. She hummed and thrusted again, sinking him deep inside of her.

Chuck's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he groaned out a long, "Saraaah!"

She let go of him and braced her hands on either side of him against the bed, pushing herself up at a 45 degree angle, and he felt most of her weight against his lap. Chuck bit his lip, the pleasure intense with how deeply he was buried, the feel of her around him.

Sarah bit her lip back at him, moved her hands to his shoulders, and she rode him. It was slow at first, for a while. He didn't know how long. A long time, and yet not long enough. And he tried so hard to keep his gaze on hers, those blue eyes of hers filled with lightning striking at her pupils, like a storm at sea. This time the curse made it onto his tongue as he held his fists out to the side, not even knowing what to do with them as she took control and sent utter ecstasy shooting through his whole body.

Amusement flashed over her gorgeous features, and it melted into awe again as she began to quicken her thrusts, her hips starting to whip back and forth as she pushed herself to sit up straighter.

She sat heavily on his cock now, and she jerked herself, one hand braced on his thigh behind her, the other on his abdomen.

Chuck buried his fingers in his own hair and held on, his eyes finally drifting down. "S-Sarah. Oh-Oh my God," he gasped out. "Oh my God!" That time it was a full-on whimper.

This woman was too good. His skin felt like fire was licking at it.

And as she threw her head back with yet another orgasm, she cried out his name again in a way that made the fire feel like it had engulfed him totally.

She laughed, her voice breathy and filled with ecstasy and awe both as she finally lowered her chin and looked down at him. Was that the look of being impressed, her teeth glinting in the low light as she grinned, shaking her head?

Then she blew the hair out of her face and he let her hear a panting chuckle, awe lacing his own voice this time. "Holy shit," he growled, grinning back.

Sarah licked her lips, and she sat up all the way, just letting him feel and enjoy her weight, still being wrapped up in her heat. He pulled his legs up, bracing his feet on the bed, giving her a sort of back rest with his thighs and knees. She took it gladly for a moment, leaning back a little, her soft smile unreadable as she furrowed her brow down at him.

He was speechless, just watching her, and he couldn't help the way his gaze drifted down her body, her strong shoulders, the muscle in her arms, her cleavage emphasized by the bra she still wore, and the perfect swoop of her waist between her ribs and her hips. "You're perfect," he heard himself mutter. "God, you're just so perfect." His fingertips ghosted over her soft skin that stretched over her hard abs, teasing her belly button.

Sarah just watched him, a blush rising to her cheeks. He'd embarrassed her and he hadn't meant to, but there was a hint of being pleased in her gorgeous face too. "I'm not," she said with a small shake of her head, "But somehow hearing you say it, even if it isn't true, is having quite the effect on me."

Chuck let out a long, rough breath and tilted his head back against the bed, shutting his eyes and groaning quietly. She still felt so good, but he knew he had to pull out eventually, that they couldn't stay like this forever.

Her fingers softly stroked over his chin then, and moved up to tease his lips. He pursed them, kissing her fingertips eagerly, and she giggled, pulling her fingers back, almost an impulse or something. He winced. "Was that weird? Sorry."

"It wasn't," she said, beaming. "New, for sure. But sweet, not weird."

As they met gazes again, Sarah looking him right in his face, she reached up behind her, and the bra hiding her breasts from him loosened. She pulled the cups away from her body, the straps falling down her biceps, away from her shoulders.

And the bra was gone, revealing her perfectly round breasts to his hungry gaze.

Whoever was "up there" needed to help him. He didn't understand how a woman of this caliber had come anywhere near him, let alone this. She was sitting in his lap. They were in her bed. He was inside of her. And she wasn't just letting him touch her, letting him make love to her. She was just as equally invested and involved.

It was better than a dream. The confident version of himself that was at Stanford, doing exceptionally well, working hard, playing hard, kicking ass and taking names, dating a cool, smart, pretty girl…everything he was before the shit hit the fan…that version of himself could never have even dreamed up Sarah Walker, chocolatier owner, chocolate maker, and easily the most stunning, most talented, sexiest woman on the planet.

No way. No one could've dreamed her up.

That was how he knew she was real. This was real.

He had to clamp his lips between his teeth to keep himself from saying something so fucking stupid that she got off of him and told him to get the hell out of her apartment.

Whatever he did, he had to preserve this. He knew this date couldn't last forever, but he could at least convince her to want to keep him around. And in order to do that, he decided shutting up in this moment was the best course of action.

She looked for a moment like she was finally going to roll off of him and he moved his hands from her hips to let her, but instead, she bit her lip shyly and curled her finger for him to come closer.

He beamed at her and she giggled even as he lunged up to grab her face in both hands and kiss her hard. Sarah draped her hand over one of his then and curled her fingers around his palm, pulling it away from her jaw.

Just like that, she placed his large hand on one of her breasts and squeezed. He felt the hard pebble of her nipple press into his palm and he squeezed her, making her whimper into his kiss, her body quivering.

Her thighs tightened then, squeezing his hips between them, and she broke the kiss, gasping, nuzzling his nose with hers. "Chuck," she whimpered. "Ohhh."

Chuck swallowed her sigh in another hot kiss as he dug his heels in and began to thrust up into her again, massaging her breast the way she seemed to want him to. Sarah immediately started rolling herself into his strokes.

Their pace was frenetic right away, desperation spilling through him. And he felt it in the way she twisted her fingers in his curls, her other hand slapping onto his back and clinging.

They rocked on the bed together until she threw her head back with a cry of his name. He dove in, feeling her shaking with climax, and he tasted her throat, letting her feel his teeth graze her skin, still moving under her, starting to feel that delicious build-up behind his belly button.

"Oh yeah!" she panted, burying her face in his hair, holding him so tightly. And then he felt nails sink into his skin in his upper back, not painfully, but it startled him anyway, and the pleasure he got from it was even more startling.

And then she shoved him back down into the mattress and he laughed breathlessly, his eyes wide. Her grin was full of mischief, it was outright lascivious, and she was driving him absolutely nuts as she rode him with a wild abandon.

He'd never done anything like this before in his life. He'd never felt anything like this. And as his pleasure mounted, his own finish nearing, Chuck felt no shame about the sounds he was making because of what she was doing to him.

"Oh God, Sarah. Hnngg!" His eyelids fluttered as she swung herself back and forth on his hardness, seeming to want to get him there sooner rather than later.

And he decided he didn't want to come alone.

So he reached up and held onto her breasts, kneading them, causing her to whimper, a hitch in her pace. She didn't seem to expect him to do that, but then there was something heady in her pleasure-soaked features, and her thrusts were harder, more calculated to get him to his finish. "Come on," she panted. "Come on, Chuck…"

"Ah!"

He clenched his jaw and shifted his hands so that he could roll her nipples under his thumbs. Sarah sat in a way that made him sink even deeper inside of her then, and she jerked herself on him hard.

"M'almost there," he whimpered, struggling to keep his eyes open, watching her, the determination in her face. "Al-Almost…th—Ahh! Oh God!"

He shuddered, ecstasy he'd never known before crashing through him, from head to toe, starting between his legs, buried in her. He arched up from the bed and let go of her breasts, instead taking hold of her hips and just clinging, his chest heaving.

He'd never felt anything like this before in his life, emptying himself in her, chills and tingles coursing through him, a fantastic pulse of ecstasy increasing in his lower belly as she continued to move on him.

Chuck slipped his fingers from her hip to her front then, almost without even thinking about it, and he pressed those fingers between their bodies, finding those sensitive part of her he knew would help speed this up for her. He thrusted himself deeper inside of her and began to churn her clitoris under his fingers, not stopping as her high-pitched voice called out, echoing off the walls of her bedroom.

Just as his own orgasm ebbed, she seized on top of him. "Oh, CHUCK! AH!"

And she teetered forward, panting out awed laughter, before she landed on his chest and went limp, her heaving breaths the only indication he had that she was still conscious as the stars danced in his vision.

$…$

Why?

Why why why why why was she like this?

They'd since both crawled under the covers, and not a word had been exchanged once they both caught their breath again and she rolled off of him. Just shy looks, smiles.

He seemed out of his depth, not sure what to say, and she knew it and still didn't save him by speaking up herself. Because maybe she was way out of her depth too.

Or maybe she was the only one out of their depth and Chuck was just trying to pick his way around the landmines she surrounded herself with.

Who was she kidding?

He'd easily strolled right past all of the fortitudes she'd set up ever since she was a little kid, getting more and more fortified until they were basically impenetrable. And then he'd absolutely turned her world on its head with easily the best sex she'd ever had in her life.

Was it what they'd done? Or was it just everything else combining to make it so damn good?

There was so much that built up to it, and now it had happened and it had done more than exceed her expectations, it had blown them out of the water and then some.

Maybe it was so good that she was struck speechless?

She had to say something.

They couldn't just lie here side by side under the covers blinking at the ceiling of her bedroom.

Why was she being so stupid? Why couldn't she just talk?

But what did you even say to someone you'd just experienced that with? It had been an explosion. Everything had come to head.

Sarah brought up her hands and covered her face, still trying to control her breathing. Her body was still buzzing, and she found she still wanted him, needed him. Needed more.

But she couldn't just roll on top of him and take more without freaking affording him the respect of speaking to him. God, why was she such a mess?

He'd made her a mess.

No, he hadn't. That was a total lie. So many things had made her a mess. So many people. Her parents, the peanut gallery of jobs and coworkers she'd left in her wake over the years, her ex-boyfriend and ex-boss, her ex-friends who'd shattered her heart even worse after Bryce had already done a number on it, the self-doubt and the fear she dealt with… that fucking note that was thrown through her new shop's window.

Chuck Bartowski didn't make her into a mess. He'd done nothing short of providing her a respite, a place where she felt safe and cared about. He made her loosen up, come alive. He made her feel freer, like she was standing on solid ground finally.

He made her feel listened to and valued. He made her want to be better.

All the way down to her creations in her kitchen. She wanted to make her chocolate better. She wanted every piece he slipped between those frankly fantastic lips to be better than the last.

And then she heard a deliciously low, satisfied hum come from her right, and it became a chuckle.

Sarah turned her head to look at him, feeling heat seep out from the sheets she had clutched over her breasts and waft against her chin and jaw, crawling up around her ears and probably turning them red too.

Chuck Bartowski wore the biggest grin on his face. His long eyelashes fluttered against his cheek and he opened his eyes again, blinking.

"Are…you okay?"

Ugh, the way she'd almost croaked that. And she sounded so ridiculous, asking if he was okay. Why was THAT the first thing she decided to say to him after having amazing sex?

He laughed, and she guessed she deserved it, even if it didn't feel like he was making fun of her. There was a kindness to him that just permeated through everything he did.

He shook his head then. "Am I okay? Holy crap. No, I'm—I was just laughing because for a second there, I genuinely had half a mind to get out of this bed, get dressed, go to Big Mike's—my boss's house, knock on the door, quit right to his face, walk into a tech giant's HQ, and demand a high-paying job. If that tells you how okay I am after that."

Sarah cracked up, rolling onto her side to keep from choking. "You're nuts," she said through peels of laughter.

"I know." He shrugged, turning to smile at her. "I really am. But I feel so damn good, I might actually get that job, on the spot. I'm on a historic high right now."

Nobody had ever kept her on her toes like this. Not ever in her entire life.

And it was so unlike her to like it as much as she was liking it.

Or it could just be…him.

And what did that mean about this?

She beat back the fear that tried to sneak its way into her chest.

Instead, she rolled closer to him. Maybe she was bad at talking after what had happened, maybe she'd never know exactly the right words to say, the way he sometimes seemed to be able to do. But she knew how to touch.

She was good at touching.

Sarah slipped her hand over his hip under the sheets and slung her leg over both of his, pressing her lips to the underside of his jaw as she snuggled close. "So am I," she breathed, kissing him right under his ear. "Feel like maybe I could start my own chocolatier…"

Chuck snorted and sent her a look, chuckling. "You know what? I bet you could. You should get on that."

"I really should," she teased back, grinning.

She felt his arm slip around her lower back and pull her even closer, turning his face to press his lips to her forehead. It felt so intimate it was almost debilitating for a moment and she found herself freezing in his arms.

After the sex they'd just enjoyed, the clinging, the kissing, the joining, and somehow the most intimate thing about all of it was Chuck Bartowski kissing her forehead.

Sarah Walker didn't understand what her brain was doing. She was a little lost as to the reactions her body was having too honestly.

But at least she could find her voice again now that Chuck had so effectively broken that ice. She still felt a squirmy feeling in her chest, the reality of what her friendship with this man for the last month or so had wrought. Her need to not just have him around, or to spend time with him, but now she'd discovered a whole new type of desperation. Having his hands on her body, feeling him above her, and beneath her, awoke something inside of her and she wasn't sure how to process that, or how to reconcile the explosiveness of their physical coupling with the warmth and sweetness of their friendship.

She felt herself blushing and she hid her face in his neck, just in case.

"So on a scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being the best, where would you put this first date so far, Chuck?" Chuck asked himself in what sounded like a TV game show host tone of voice. "Well, Chuck," he continued in his own voice, making her giggle with his ever-present goofiness. "I'd easily put it at about a 12. I still have time to tank it, since it's still only just started, but I'd still say a 12 on a scale from 1 to 10."

Sarah laughed and smacked his chest. "Tank it how?" she admonished. "You could confess to robbing a bank at this point, and I'd probably find a way to figure out how to justify continuing our date after what just happened."

A chill went through her and she silently cursed herself. She'd done it to herself with her own stupid big mouth. Who was she to talk about robbing banks when her own dad had robbed more than she felt comfortable finding out? And now look at the trouble he was in, not even with the law, but with guys who would kill first and ask questions later, guys who didn't need to follow laws or adhere to the criminal justice system. They'd murder him and leave him in a ditch somewhere.

She shook herself to get that out of her damn head (NOT TONIGHT!) and Chuck's grip tightened on her just slightly. "You okay?" he asked. "You, um, you got quiet and tense for a second," he explained when she peeked up to meet his gaze, her eyebrow raised.

"Oh. Yeah, I'm okay. My brain is all over the place today. Thanks for the 12," she said, letting him see the blush this time. There was no way to hide it anyway, he was looking right at her, and she wouldn't disrespect him by trying. He was too observant for that.

"No, no. Thank YOU."

She laughed, blushing harder. "This wasn't exactly the order I meant for things to go in," she admitted quietly, glancing down when Chuck threaded their fingers together under the covers. All she saw was the lump that was their hands clasped on his abdomen but she could feel how large his hands were, how nicely their fingers fit together, how warm he was. And how sweet he was. Taking her hand? Really? That was all it took?

After what she'd left behind in D.C., she supposed maybe she should cut herself a little slack at least. Bryce hadn't felt the need to take any part of her for a long time while they were still together. The last few months were…cold. She'd been cold. Left out in the cold. And she knew now because he'd been getting it from someone else. Their boss namely.

Ugh why was her brain doing this right now?

"You don't typically do this part first?" Chuck's voice helpfully intruded on her thoughts.

She snorted. "No, I typically wine and dine first. And then the uh…" She glanced up at him shyly and he grinned. She spotted some cheek in his grin and she decided he sort of deserved to feel smug after that. So did she, actually.

"The roll in the sheets?"

She snorted again. "Technically 'in the sheets' didn't last long, and only became a thing again once we were done." Sarah caught her phrasing and wondered if she should clarify. They weren't DONE, were they? She really hoped they weren't actually DONE done. But should she tell him that? That she wanted more? He didn't owe her more. God, he hadn't owed her anything close to what he'd given her. He didn't owe her anything.

Chuck laughed. "Fair points. Roll on the sheets?"

"Can we say sex? How about we just call it sex."

"Okay fine. Be literal about it. Geez."

They chuckled together. And then they met eyes, and he sighed, giving her a long look, and his jaw hardened, determination in his handsome face almost as if he'd made a decision. He shifted a bit more onto his side so that he could look into her face better and she tried not to feel nervous about what might be coming.

"I'm not mad about this development at all," he admitted. "For the record." Then he cleared his throat, squirming against her. It felt good, she could at least admit to herself quietly. "In fact, I-I'd be okay if…um…things keep going in this direction for a little while longer." He winced, rolling his eyes at himself when she furrowed her brow in confusion. "I mean, if we keep to this…order we did…things. No, not that. Sarah, I think you've massacred my ability to say the right words." Then he chuckled at himself, pushing a hand through his hair. "I can't blame it on you. It's been a problem I've always had with beautiful girls I really, really like. It's just worse with you, I feel like."

"I'm worse?" she teased, warmth spilling through her at his words. She knew what his meaning was, at least with that last part. The rest of what he was trying to say, she had no idea.

"No! No, no. YOU aren't worse. I'm worse at talking, um, saying what I mean, with you. Because I feel like the stakes are higher maybe?"

"Why are the stakes higher?" she kept teasing. She was verging on cruel now, she knew.

"Because I like you so much. And you're…the fucking coolest, most talented, chocolate making badass. We've been through this, Sarah. You're gorgeous, and you're funny, and you're seriously hot."

Sarah pushed herself up onto her elbow, leaning over him, smiling softly down into his face, stroking her fingers through his hair. "See, now you said that pretty perfectly."

He grinned. "I did, didn't I? Let me see if I can, ahem, keep it going then. I was trying to ask if it was at all possible for us to continue things. THINGS things." He swallowed as his meaning dawned on her face. And then he leaned up to kiss her neck softly, and then his lips pressed harder under her jaw. She felt that not-at-all-dormant thrill between her legs as his hand wandered to her ass and draped there, giving her a gentle squeeze. And his mouth graced her collar bone. "These types of things," he muttered, his voice low. He hoisted her with the hand on her ass so that she was on top of him better.

Sarah braced herself with her elbows on either side of his head, excitement coursing through her, and she grinned down at him. "I see. So what you're saying is…we're not done?" He narrowed his eyes and shrugged cutely. "No moving onto the next step of this date?"

"We did things so out of order, I think it's fine to let the whole timing thing go by the wayside too. We can just stay on this first step for a little while. That's my thinking at least," he said, and he bit his lip, taking her in as she pushed herself up to sit in his lap again. "Jesus, you really are so beautiful it almost hurts to look at you." A bubble settled in her throat and she tried to push it down as she smiled at him, shifting her weight so that she pressed down against his sex. The dork lifted his hands then and shielded his eyes teasingly. "Oh God, no, the pain!"

Sarah laughed hard, shaking her head, reaching over to grab him by his wrists and pin them up by his head, leaning over him, beaming down into his face as he chuckled. "You're such a weirdo," she giggled.

"I meant what I said," he breathed, and her eyelids fluttered as he thrusted gently, a soft bump of his crotch against hers. "You're extremely beautiful. It does hurt a little how beautiful. But I think I can find ways to get past it. What I mean is I think I can grin and bear it."

"Oh, can you?" she flirted. "Big of you."

He groaned, laughing. "You didn't really just say that."

"Oh, you get to do innuendo but I don't?"

His laughter rang through the room, and hers joined. And even as they laughed, their foreheads pressed together, she used her grip on his wrists to pin his hands up against the headboard, sliding herself up and down in shallow thrusts, trying to get them both (but him especially) a little more ready for what was coming.

So that by the time their laughter drifted into sweet, quiet peace, Sarah slipped him back inside of her, lowering herself until he was as deep as he could physically go. She squeezed his hips between her thighs and kissed his cheek, lining her face up with his and rolling her hips just once.

Chuck groaned, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

"Keep your hands on the headboard for me," she said in a low voice. His eager nod made her smile. "Good."

She grabbed his shoulders and pushed herself to sit up, whimpering at how good he felt simply just being inside of her. And then she dragged her hands to his chest, sitting up so that their bodies were perpendicular, and she let her nails graze over his pecks, teasing his nipples, as she began her long, deep thrusts, throwing her hips forward and back again, over and over. She saw goosebumps on his arms as his jaw fell open in pleasure, his brow furrowing. But he kept his eyes on her face. And he kept his hands clutching against the headboard, like she'd asked.

Sarah stayed sitting in his lap for a long time, building herself up and back down again, reveling in the way he watched her, his brown eyes flashing with lust and something deeper, soaking up the sound of his voice when he said her name, varying between a low growl and a higher whimper when she surprised him and switched to making quick circles, and back again to the strong thrust of her hips, back and forth.

There was a deep need in her, not just for this, being physically joined, feeling him against her, inside of her, but for his pleasure as well. She needed him to get as much out of this as she was…more even.

She kept grazing his chest with her nails, watching as he threw his head back and groaned. He let go of the headboard then, as if he just couldn't stop himself anymore, but he stopped with his hand in midair, then winced and grabbed the headboard again.

"Sorry," he breathed. "I l-lost myself…oh my God, Sarah!" His jaw fell open in ecstasy.

It took everything in her not to laugh, but she didn't want to insult him. He was this crazy mixture of adorable and sexy all at once. He forgot himself, remembered before he could touch her, and pulled his hand back again, apologizing. And she'd never met anyone like him. She'd never felt anything like this.

Sarah slowed her hips and let out a rough breath, shaking her head. She had to admit, if only to herself, that she was losing her mind over him. Things were happening to her, both physically and emotionally, that she was totally unfamiliar with. And unprepared for.

He got a look on his face when she stopped, like he was concerned, so she smiled down at him, and then she lowered herself to lie on top of him, their chests pressed together, and she buried her face in his neck where he wouldn't be able to see everything flashing across her features, the flurry of realizations and, honestly, the fear.

She was afraid.

And she was glad when he finally let go of the headboard and wrapped his arms around her, cradling her, hugging her close. Before he got any sort of idea that anything was wrong, she kept going, bracing her knees on the bed on either side of his hips and thrusting again. Long, hard thrusts.

Chuck whimpered into her hair, his fingers digging into the muscles in her back, and she thrusted even harder. She didn't know how long they stayed that way, but she let herself just feel the sensations of his hands on her, having him inside of her, under her, the way he sounded in her ear as he breathed words of encouragement, groaned her name.

This hadn't exactly been an expected turn of events, but he was everything she hadn't known she needed. The way he made her feel supported, respected…special. In a way no one ever had before. Not family, or friends, or coworkers, no matter how many successes she'd left in her wake. Chuck made her feel like she could do anything.

And she wanted this. She wanted him.

But she could feel how much he wanted her back. And in spite of knowing, being so sure, that she didn't deserve this man, that there was no reason for him to feel the way he so obviously felt, here he was, cupping her face, kissing her, rocking his hips up against hers to meet her halfway.

Sarah knew she was close again, she could feel it, so she reached for it, holding onto his shoulders, angling her torso away from his just enough to start riding him harder, tensing her body with each thrust. She heard her own voice becoming more desperate as she whimpered his name. "Oh, yes…I'm-I'm almost…I'm almost there," she squeaked out, and his large hands wrapped around her hips. He bounced up against her, holding onto her tight, making the pleasure that much more intense.

And when she came with his name on her lips, he sat up to hug her tightly against his chest, just holding her, kissing her jaw, her neck, her throat, her temple, stroking her hair back from her face.

She gave herself a moment, allowing herself to revel in his steady embrace, how good it felt to be held by someone who cared so much about her that he observed and listened and watched, quietly, acting on things he thought would help her, would make her feel good. He'd bought her that painting for who even knew how much, knowing it must've made at least some kind of dent in his Buy More paycheck.

He believed in her.

And that was the real crux of all of this.

This man believed in her. Not just in her ability to start this business, to get it off the ground, but in her in general.

She pressed a sloppy kiss to his hair, then his temple, and finally his cheekbone, before she pulled back, panting a little as she looked into his eyes, her hands cupping his face.

"I know this was supposed to be a date, a real date, with all the bells and whistles," she said quietly, biting her lip. "But I…don't want to stop." She blushed, nuzzling his nose with hers, grazing his lips with hers.

"Don't," he said immediately, shaking his head just slightly. "Don't stop then."

"No?" She raised her eyebrows, unsure.

"No."

He slid his hand up to cup the back of her neck, his fingers tangling in her blond hair. And he kissed her hungrily.

Well, that sealed that.

And they clung, they moved together, soaring to new heights, laughing and tasting, touching, even drowning.

And the more she drowned in him, Sarah found the less she wanted to come up for air.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed it. Let me know. Thank you!

SarahsSupplyCloset