A/N 1: After listening to one of my local radio stations (80's 90s and today) it kind of hit me. I loved the songs on Chuck so much and they meant to much to the story. Why not do some mood pieces as it were...that's all this really is...a couple of little scenes. Hope you guys enjoy this.

A/N 2: Thanks goes out to CharmingCharles2896, nevR, and WillieGarvin. You guys are always there when I need you. Always willing to read and respond to my garbage little scenes. I am forever grateful for your friendship, as that is what I consider you guys.

A/N 2 a: Also special thanks go to Charming for painstakingly creating the poster for this latest madness on my part.

A/N 3: If you're not reading Nev's newest "The Novelist" or "Protector" or CC's wonderful "Desire" and "Inferno" or Willie's excellent and extensive "Chuck vs A New Day" then 'you ain't livin' right', as my buddy in Houston would say.

No Beta's were harmed in the making of this and it is full of my own mistakes and short comings.

Oh, and I don't own Chuck but I think Sarah might have a better claim than Fedak, Schwartz or Warner Media.

Let the Music Play

A series of Chuck Song Fics

Written By:

Markey DeSad

"Into The Groove" by Madonna

It was 80's night at the club she'd chosen for her hunting ground that evening. The song pulsating from the speakers was new when she was a young girl. She remembered listening to it over tinny speakers on the radio of whatever rattletrap her father had conned some dealership out of on their adventures.

"Only when I'm dancing can I feel this free
At night I lock the doors, where no one else can see
I'm tired of dancing here all by myself
Tonight I wanna dance with someone else"

No sooner than she heard the lyric about dancing "with someone else" she caught sight of him. He was tall and lean, with dark hair that just begged to have her fingers running through it.

He was on the other side of the dance floor directly across from her, a sea of people separating them. He was leaning back against the wall with a slender tiki glass in his hand, an umbrella protruding from the top. She watched as he removed a slice of pineapple that garnished his drink and took a bite. His adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed the bite of the tangy fruit.

His tongue flicked across his bottom lip in an effort to clear the juice trailing down his chin. What he missed with his tongue he dabbed at with a bar napkin. When his long tongue appeared and he tried to sweep away the juice, she'd frozen. Her eyes widening and her pulse increasing, a slight shiver shook her as her mind registered the uses she might put that particular body part to later, after their dance.

He was wearing a white short sleeved shirt, skinny grey tie, black slacks and black Chuck Taylor tennis shoes. It looked like he'd just gotten off work and had come to the club on a lark, he was completely out of his element. Still, he looked good to her. She smiled to herself, she thought 'I'm going to have some fun with him tonight'.

"Gonna get to know you in a special way
This doesn't happen to me every day
Don't try to hide it love wears no disguise
I see the fire burning in your eyes"

She strode across the dance floor, the mass of people parting for her like the Red Sea did for Moses and the Israelites. She approached him as if she were a lioness stalking her prey on the Savannah. When their eyes finally met, he gave her the once over, his gaze sweeping from her high heeled boots up to her skin tight black jeans, to her favorite purple blouse. He focused on her lips momentarily, then moved to her eyes and she saw him gulp.

She could tell he'd recognized the hunger in her eyes just as the song hit. As she reached him she grabbed his tie did a 180 and walked back onto the dance floor, pulling him behind her.

When they were in the middle of the floor, she turned back to him, looked into his dark brown eyes and introduced herself.

"I'm Charlene Baltimore, and you are?"

He smiled nervously extending his hand, "Turner, Joe Turner."

She took his hand and put her other hand on his shoulder, felt his other hand on her hip, just the perfect amount of pressure to his grip. As they began to sway in time with the music a physical, almost spiritual, need took over and she pressed against him to get more contact.

Pressed against him like that and swaying with him she could feel a tingling all over her body. She was really enjoying herself, dancing with her tall partner like this was amazing. She was also entertaining the thoughts of what they'd be doing soon. She was planning to take him back to a suite at the luxury hotel just down the street from the club they were in currently.

There, she'd take advantage of him in every way possible, she buzzed with happiness to be in his arms in the club with the music pulsating and throbbing around them. The sea of heat and humidity caused by the amount of people that surrounded them on the dance floor only added to the heat and passion she felt for her partner as they swayed to the music together.

Her partner 'Joe' bent his head down a bit, his lips almost touching her ear. His hot breath on her neck and ear sent a thrill through her as he whisper-yelled.

"Sarah, you look amazing...I want you so bad right now..."

She pulled back a bit and smacked his chest with a look of faux anger in her beautifully stormy blue eyes.

"Don't break character! You're supposed to be Joe Turner, ruthless CIA agent, intent on bedding an enemy agent and seducing secrets from her!"

The note of incredible longing entered her voice as soon as she mentioned 'bedding' was dripping with desire. This caused Chuck to break out in a grin and he replied happily, making bunny ears with his fingers.

"I love our little 'Undercover' lessons! Training to be a spy is much more satis...fun with you, Sarah!"

She smiled shyly, looking up through her lashes at him while grinding against him a bit.

"Well see, when I have such an incredibly willing student as you it makes bestowing knowledge that much easier."

Chuck grin didn't dim at all in fact it grew wider, "Did you just call me easy?"

Sarah's composure broke a little as she unconsciously looked down at the bulge in the front of his pants.

"Sweetie, if the arousal fits...You know what, class is over. We need to get to the suite now!"

She gripped his tie again and dragged him toward the exit hearing the excited "Who's you're Momma" issue from her, soon to be very naked, boyfriend.

A/N 4: What do you folks think? Should I continue to post when the muse speaks, or is it a hopeless waste of time? Please leave a review either way.