A/N 1: This little tale sprang from some PM discussions I was having with some other authors here that I trust. You guys know who you are. You've probably read their stuff because they're stories are amazing and well conceived and written. Unlike the chicken scratches that follow. Anyways, this story pushes the T rating just a bit, so if that causes you discomfort, please look for another story to read. Thanks.

A/N 2: A special thanks to nevr for creating the wonderful poster for this story!


I don't own Chuck but I think Sarah has a much better claim on him than does Warner Brothers or Mr. Fedak.

No beta's were harmed in the making of this story, all errors and faults are mine and only belong to me.


Vs. The Suburbs

A little Charah comedy

Written by:

Markey DeSad


Blonde Seductress


As Sylvia clicked the fur lined handcuff shut on Chuck's wrist, she felt his breath against her breast. She knew she was giving him an eye full in her current position.

She'd be lying to herself if she didn't acknowledge how much she was turned on by this enemy agent, Charles Carmichael.

But she had a duty to do, and Fulcrum wanted to test out the new Intersect on this guy. It was too bad, as he was really cute, and in another life she'd have enjoyed a quick romp in the sheets with him.

This was not what Chuck had intended to get involved in when he'd come over to his neighbor and suspected Fulcrum agent's home.

Ok, he admitted that this is exactly what Sylvia had suggested they do, but things had spiraled out of control.

Casey and Roan had told him more than once that he had to be more assertive and less respectful of the female operatives he encountered on the job.

It just wasn't in his nature, having been raised by his sister and seeing how guys treated her had infuriated him, and he'd vowed never to be so callous or inattentive to a woman's feelings or needs.

Today, however, it had backfired and now he was stripped down to his underwear, with his right wrist handcuffed to the headboard of a queen-sized bed.

He was also freaking out, his mind whirling for something to delay the inevitable.

"It's just that I'm a little...I'm a little nervous because this is, the whole adultery game is a little new to me and just a drink, a little liquid courage would really go a long way, right now."

Sylvia considered his request, this really cute enemy agent, they did have some time before she'd need to administer the Intersect test.

In fact, since they did have some time to kill, what was the harm in having a little fun, before the test?

She got a wicked smile on her face, as she snaked her hand down his boxers, to grab a handful of her cute, helpless, brown haired, soulful eyed, enemy agent.

"Ooooh! Looks like you don't need a drink after all." She let out an evil little giggle, while she worked in her self-appointed role as his seductress.

Feeling his rather quick and wonderful reaction to her touch, she purred out, "You must like being hand cuffed, Mr. Carmichael."

Her sinisterly sexual grin and wandering hands caused Chuck to audibly gulp

He tried and failed to keep a loud groan from escaping his lips as she continued her efforts to further rouse him, if that was even possible.

He knew that Casey, and much more importantly Sarah, were listening to him with Sylvia, and he felt ashamed for being so turned on by her.

He would much rather have been in this type of position with Sarah; instead of this, admittedly beautiful blonde, Fulcrum agent.

There was really only one blonde secret agent Chuck had eyes for, and it wasn't Sylvia, but Sarah had rejected him again and again.

He really didn't care about all of the rejections as long as he got to work with and be around Sarah, if all she could give was her friendship then that would have to be enough.

He groaned again as Sylvia kept up her ministrations, as she tried to kiss him on the lips.

He turned his head at the last minute and she kissed his cheek. She grabbed his chin and tried again, but got only cheek again as he turned his head again, right at the last second.

Chuck was only human and he didn't know if he'd be able hold out under these circumstances, as the last thing he wanted to do was cheat on his 'cover wife' Sarah.


Virtue's Peril


Sylvia could feel Chuck's strong and steady pulse through the hand she had stuffed down his boxers.

It had been nice, but one of her major turn ons was a good deep French kiss, and she could just imagine what this Agent Carmichael might be able to do with his tongue.

She'd tried to kiss him a few times, but he'd resisted her attempts to claim his mouth, always turning his head at the last minute, offering her only his cheek.

She'd only managed to kiss his smoothly shaved cheeks each time, and it was making her frustrated, she was starting to understand when her male colleagues spoke about getting 'blue balls'.

She now had a fire that needed quenching, and she figured he would be less likely to resist her kiss if they were actively having sex.

So she slipped down the bed till she was kneeling at the foot, quickly and in one smooth motion, Sylvia yanked Carmichael's boxers off.

Casually tossing them aside with a predatory smile at him, as she took in his newly revealed naked nether region. 'He certainly stands at attention well,' she thought to herself as she surveyed him.

For his part, Chuck moved his hips and threw his left leg over his right, in an effort to hide his nakedness.

He'd never felt so exposed nor so violated before in his life, he'd really hoped that the next beautiful woman to see him naked would have been Sarah, not this Fulcrum agent.

He again cursed himself for getting mixed up in this situation. He really didn't know why this sort of thing continued happening to him.

Just a few months ago, he'd been dropped from the roof of a building, by a giant angry mercenary.

Then he'd willingly jumped from the roof of the Buy More to try and save Sarah from a beautiful ex-KGB agent.

He'd been seduced by his ex-girlfriend, who'd turned out to be a Fulcrum agent, intent on using him for his access to Castle.

Now, it appeared he was about to be raped by another Fulcrum agent, this time a beautiful, if very cold looking, blonde one.

Sylvia stood and was in the middle of unzipping and slipping her skirt off so she could ride her soulful eyed and very aroused captive into total submission, and claim the prize of his mouth, when she heard something behind her.

As her skirt hit the floor she heard what she could only assume was the growl of a wild animal behind her.

The menacing voice, dripping with the promise of violence she heard, sent a chill of fear all the way up her spine.

"Step away from my Husband. There is only room in his life for one blonde woman, and that's not you, Skank!"


Sarah To The Rescue!


Sarah moved with a feline grace as she closed the distance between she and the target of her ire, the skanky Fulcrum agent.

The roundhouse kick she delivered to her target's head was so swift and looked so blindingly painful, that when Sylvia crumpled to the floor without response, a very startled Chuck, let out a bit of a girly cry.

Suddenly Sarah was hovering over him checking him for any possible damage that the nasty Fulcrum agent might have done to her Chuck.

She'd heard the distress in his voice and his cries over her earwig, she'd interpreted them as the sounds of torture, and had determined to save him.

Now, seeing him in this state of undress and fully aroused, with the blonde skank lying on the floor, in nothing but her pale blue sweater and the tiniest matching pale blue thong, she knew she'd gotten there just in the nick of time.

"Chuck, I got here as soon as I could. It sounded like something awful was going on in here, so I had to act. Are you ok, Chuck?"

"Oh my God, thank you Sarah! You saved me from being raped by that awful Fulcrum agent. She was just getting ready to..." He shuddered all over, thinking about what had almost happened.

Sarah knew she'd just saved her Chuck from a terrible fate, especially as she gazed down at his naked nether region, her attention focused on his "asset".

She'd resisted this for far too long, almost loosing Chuck to too many interloping skanks, like Carina, Lou, Sasha, Jill, and now this Sylvia bitch.

'No more!' Sarah thought to herself 'I'm done denying the attraction we feel for each other. It's time for the one thing I'm best at: Action!'

Her lips curled up into a grin, as she ran her fingers through his brown curls and stroked his chest.

Her voice took on a pouting and sultry quality as she looked into Chuck's eyes while keeping her hand busy, stroking his chest and running her fingers through his curls.

"Did the nasty Fulcrum agent touch you in a bad place, Chuck? You can tell me, Sweetie. Sarah promises to make it all better."

She moved to kiss him and he yielded to her completely, their lips meeting in a tender kiss, that quickly turned heated.

Sarah's continued attention to deepen their passionate make out secession threatened to escalate things rather rapidly.

Chuck let out a moan from deep in his chest and broke the kiss, panting.

"Sarah, not that I'm not enjoying the attention, but maybe could you un-cuff me, and we could resume this in our 'own house'? I'm a little concerned about Sylvia waking up, and interrupting us from what I'm sure, would be a magical experience."

Sarah pouted and a frown graced her countenance for a second, then her lips curled into a huge happy grin.

Chuck was worried that they'd be interrupted during their first time together, and he said he thought it would be magical.

He really was the best guy she'd ever met, totally attentive to her. He always paid close attention to her and valued her as a person and a partner.

He'd observed that she hated olives on her vegetarian pizza, and had even remembered that she loved extra pickles on her cheeseburger when her dad had visited a few weeks ago.

She owed it to him to make sure their first time would be as special and as magical as their circumstances allowed. Apparently, in Chuck's mind, that didn't include her taking him in front of the interloping Fulcrum skank, no matter how much she wanted to.

So, she reluctantly stopped stroking his curls and chest, gave him a quick peck on the lips, grabbed the key for the handcuffs, and released him.

She stood up, turned around so as not to be tempted to just jump him, right there and then. They did have a mission to complete after all.

"Ok Chuck, please put your clothes back on, so we can search this place and get back to our house as quickly as possible."

Chuck gulped as he heard the mix of urgency and desire in Sarah's tone and hurriedly put his clothes back on while following her into the next room, to begin a sweep of the house.


Heaven Can Wait


Chuck lay with his head on the pillow, in the bed he'd shared with Sarah, when they'd returned from the Fulcrum couple's home across the cul-de-sac.

He still remembered the hurried phone call to Casey to meet at the backdoor to their cover house. Sarah had been extremely impatient for some reason that Chuck couldn't really understand. He figured the display in the bedroom was more a spontaneous reaction and might have happened just because of the circumstance. It may have just been some stress relief; lord knew Sarah had been celibate for almost two years, while Chuck had sowed his wild oats in two different fields in that same timeframe.

When Casey arrived, Sarah had placed the usb drive in his hand, told him it had the info from the Fulcrum couple's computer, and to get it to Beckman as soon as possible. She also told him that when he returned with the team, to arrest their neighbors, he shouldn't disturb she and Chuck.

She also informed Casey that under no circumstances was he to enter the house, unless he wanted to find out what is was like to "die of a gut shot wound". In his mind Chuck could still see her add the air quotes when she said it, without any hint of humor. It had scared him more than a bit, but to his dismay, he'd also found it an incredible turn on.

As soon as she'd yanked him through the sliding glass door, she'd pulled him across the living room towards the couch. A piece of furniture he'd become infinitely familiar with over the course of the next three hours. Sarah had been even quicker and more thorough in her assault on his clothing and body then Sylvia had been.

There was no mistaking the desire and hunger in Sarah's eyes as she'd taken him on the couch that first time. Yes, he could admit it, he'd been incredibly frightened by that hunger in her eyes. The way she'd looked at him, had reminded him of those silly cartoons he'd seen as a kid. Where two characters are starving and one of them sees the other as a cooked turkey or a juicy stake. But he'd still risen to the occasion, more than a few times.

Sarah's appetite for Chuck, it turned out was insatiable. Her thirst for his touch and the melding of their bodies, their skin-on-skin contact, seemed unquenchable. After three hours, she'd finally seemed to tire a bit and her eyes closed as she laid on top of him on the couch. He had very slowly and carefully shifted out from under her and had just reached the stairs when she'd surprised him and tackled him before he could reach the top. She'd actually growled at him in between the assaults on his lips. Her tongue exploring his mouth igniting a passion in his lower body that resulted in their making love right there in the middle of the staircase.

Now it was early morning of the next day and Chuck was pretty sure they had 'christened', as Sarah referred to it, every room of their two-story suburban cover house.

He was lying stretched out on the bed, with soreness in areas of his body, he'd never known had muscles. Sarah was draped across him in all her naked glory. Her head on his chest as if he was her body pillow, blonde hair splayed out all over his chest, her regular deep breathing and the heat from her body his only clues that she was still alive. He smiled at the memory of all of the cooing and murmured words of love and terms of endearment they'd exchanged during the sometimes very strenuous activities in which they'd engaged.

They'd done things to each other over the course of that half day and full night that there weren't even names for, tried positions that he'd only remembered seeing in the Kama Sutra, that he'd looked at in the LA county library as a curious teenager. Hell, Chuck was pretty sure that some of the things they'd done might even have been considered illegal in some states. He knew that at one point, when they were on the island in the kitchen, that he'd done something very right, as Sarah had started purring afterwards as they cuddled on that cold countertop.

This had definitely changed the dynamic between them, at least he hoped it had. It would kill him if when they returned to Burbank and reality, this portion of their relationship ended. However, Intersected Chuck tried to temper his normally giddy reaction and tamp down the excitement he felt every time he'd gazed upon Sarah wearing nothing but her gloriously beautiful birthday suit. He started to gently stroke her long silky blonde hair, one of his new favorite things to do when cuddling with his gorgeous CIA handler.

He chuckled at that term handler, which now had taken on a new, and much more salacious meaning. The rumbling of his chuckle seemed to have awoken Sarah, as her head rose from his chest. She peered at him with the most adorable sleepy expression, her hair all mussed.

The sight of her in that condition, sans make up, eyes still laden with sleep, mussed hair, and a slightly perturbed expression, sent a warm sensation through Chuck's chest. He knew he was being treated to a very rare sight, natural Sarah Walker. It was the most breath takingly beautiful thing he thought he'd ever seen in his life.

"What's so funny, Lover?" her tone clued him into the fact that she was feigning being perturbed.

"Well, Sarah. If you must know, I was just thinking about how you truly were my Hmphpleph."

She cut him off pressing his lips between her thumb and forefinger, and admonished him in a very serious tone.

"Charles Irving Bartowski, don't you dare complete that sentence! I will not let you make a joke out of what we experienced together last night."

She released his lips, sliding up to kiss him tenderly while running her fingers through his curls, just as she'd done the night before.

Their kiss was interrupted by the buzz of a text hitting her phone. Chuck handed it to her and noticed it was from Beckman. His face fell and he avoided her eyes. 'Well, here we go, the real world is back and we'll have to go back to the cover,' he thought bitterly.

As if sensing his thoughts Sarah, after reading the text, placed a gentle hand on his cheek and forced him to look her in the eyes.

"Chuck, I can't go back to the way things were, before you, before this. I won't go back to how it was, but we will need to address our relationship status with Casey before we deal with Beckman."

To hear that sentiment from Sarah, made Chuck's heart soar on gossamer wings. The grin that split his face was simply the most adorable thing Sarah had ever beheld. She gave him another passionate kiss and then rolled off the bed and padded to the door.

She halted, looked seductively over her shoulder at him and wiggled her fanny.

"Well, aren't you going to come shower with me? I hear there's a drought on and we do need to conserve water."

She winked at him and scampered out of the bedroom and down the hall. She was grinning ear to ear as she heard him jump from the bed to follow her to the bathroom.

Sarah thought to herself, 'Yes, there are going to be some big changes when we get back to Burbank.'

FIN


A/N 3: So, Chuck and Sarah have taken their relationship to the next level and it was indeed magical. Hope you all have enjoyed this Charah flavored ending to our little romp.