The Model Agent
By SarahsSupplyCloset
Author's Note: Don't read this fic or any of my other fics that have sex scenes in them, scenes in which a woman is enjoying herself with no intention of producing or carrying a child, and then with your next breath celebrate a broken lying Supreme Court striking down a privacy law that protects women's rights to bodily autonomy. You don't know my story and you won't, but I'll say this much: my story is linked very closely to this issue, so know that as you read and enjoy my fics. I'm filled with rage right now. I almost didn't post I'm so furious sitting here in my apt. No woman's rights should be "up to the states", and if you think that, my stories might not be for you. If you STILL read them and don't believe in women's right to choose, and think you aren't a hypocrite for it, I cannot help you. With that, ENJOY.
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 Walker knew she was too old to pout.
But he couldn't see her pouting anyway, so she kept on doing it, damn it. Her arms crossed and her bottom lip jutting out and everything.
"I'm not takin' you until you listen to me."
"You realize I'm almost 30, right?" she shot back.
"That's a load o' shit. You're a handful of years away from 30. But anyways it isn't about your age, it's about multiple other things. The fact that you don't even know this guy, first of all. Except that he's a Poindexter. And that right there is the most suspicious thing. Swingin' in with the whole geek vibe. It's way too obvious. Somethin's up with this dork."
"Right, yes. A guy who built his business up from nothing and made himself super wealthy, has been heavily involved in philanthropy work, who has been in the tech world for years now, is suddenly an adversary foreign agent. Sure." She rolled her eyes.
"Need I remind you how you got your start in the CIA?" he asked in a sing-song way over his shoulder.
She ignored that.
"Why are you all of a sudden so concerned about who I date?" she demanded to know.
"I read people. That guy reads like trouble."
"Since when you know how to read, Case?"
"Shut up," he growled, curling his lip sarcastically.
"Seriously, what is with the bug up your butt about this guy in particular? He's a nice guy. And he's genuine. And brilliant. And successful. Nobody handed him anything, his company wasn't passed to him from a parent. He did this on his own. It's impressive and honorable. And he also happens to be really damn cute. So I am going to see him, Casey. And you're going to take me because you're my driver." She arched her eyebrow at him.
"Yeah. Fine. I'm gonna take you. But first, I need you to think critically about this. For once."
"For once? Excuse me." She scooted in closer and pushed into his space so that he would be forced to look at her and stop just glaring through the windshield straight ahead. "You're my partner, John Casey of the NSA. And you know for a fact that I don't just dive into shit without thinking about it. That's saved our lives on more than one occasion, Mr. Goes In Guns Blazing." He grunted and shrugged, the only apology she knew she would get from him. Jerk. She smoothly pulled back and plopped back onto her seat, leaning her shoulder against the barrier. "I am thinking critically. Which is why I can recognize how this seems different from the other times I've asked you to drive me to see a man."
"I've told you to be smart about your exploits every single time."
"Yeah, but this feels different. You've never given a shit about…about any of the models I've dated. Or the actors, or the photographer, or … whoever else. But suddenly, I want to date this tech CEO and you're like this." She gestured to him, palm up.
"Because they were all vacuous and their intentions were transparent even if they didn't know it. Shallow jerks looking to put a famous celebrity notch on their bedposts."
"Wow, thanks so much for that, Casey. I guess I've got nothing to offer a guy but that."
"That isn't what I'm saying, and you know it. It wasn't about the who part, it was about the what. What you are, not who you are. They were all climbers. Most of 'em at least. Or just idiots. That's your type. Easy come, easy go. This guy…? He ain't your type."
Sarah frowned. "I don't get you people with the whole 'type' thing. I'm allowed to date who I want, no matter what they do for a living."
"Yeah. It's just that you've always dated the same type of guy. And now suddenly you're dating a total 180 from them. This geeky big tech rich guy who—Did you know that he—?"
"Stop! Don't!" she rushed out. "If you Googled him, I don't want to know what it is you Googled, okay? I don't want to hear it. We've got…a pact. We aren't Googling each other."
Casey spun around to give her a look. "What? See? That seals the deal, Walker. He doesn't want you Googling him? Now I'm definitely Googling him. The guy is after something. I don't know how he got you all hooked, Walker, but I'm gonna figure it out."
"Well, in the meantime, will you just fucking drive already so I'm not fucking late?" she snapped through a clenched jaw.
He chuckled and drove, and she sat back against her seat in frustration. "Fine, I'm driving. Even if this guy is on the level though, what makes you think your worlds aren't gonna clash? The dork is running one of the biggest and most identifiable tech giant corporations on the planet. Media gets wind of this, and your cover is that much closer to being blown. You know I'm right. Not just that, but you think he's gonna wanna put up with paparazzi jumping out of bushes and flashing a camera in his face? WHAT'S IT LIKE DATING SARAH WALKER?" he bellowed over his shoulder in his best pap voice.
Sarah just hit the button to raise the soundproof barrier. She didn't want to hear him anymore.
+ —
In spite of being a caustic, cynical asshole, there were some things Casey might be right about.
And those things were trapped in her head even as she ate some of the most delicious Italian food she'd ever tasted, and she'd spent two months living on the Amalfi Coast to film part of one of the films in the Tabitha Rook series.
Of course Chuck Bartowski wasn't some foreign agent, a traitor to the United States, trying to get information out of her. He wasn't some assassin sent to take her out. If he was, she already would've met that part of him, whether he would've bested her or not, she wasn't sure. But she'd been with him in very intimate and vulnerable moments, and he could have potentially done anything he'd wanted.
She fidgeted a bit nervously at that. Maybe she should've taken care of herself a bit better than she had. He seemed so trustworthy and sincere. Gentle. Sweet.
No, Chuck wasn't any physical danger to her. He wasn't that kind of threat.
But Casey was right in that he could still be a threat. If she let herself get close enough to this guy, if she let him in deeper than he already was, what sorts of things might he expect from her? From their relationship—whatever that might look like?
Her life wouldn't have been normal even if she was just a supermodel and actress. And being with someone like that wasn't at all a normal experience. Add to that the fact that she was a secret agent with the CIA—top, top secret?
He had no idea what he was getting into. Every single guy she'd dated eventually realized it wasn't worth it. That she wasn't worth it. That she added more trouble than benefit by being in their lives. Some of them still held onto the benefits, though.
And here was this great guy just sitting here, providing her with amazing food, his life abnormal in its own way, but in a not nearly as public way.
What was this even going to look like?
Sarah bit her lip and stole a peek at him. He sipped his wine, shutting his eyes as he took a moment to taste it before swallowing it, humming softly at how good it was. It was just the way he enjoyed life, and let himself…what was that dumb phrase? Stop and smell the roses? And maybe that was why it felt so good to be around him. He reminded her to enjoy small things because he was so good at it. It was infectious.
But was she stringing him along? This thing couldn't last. He'd get fed up. He didn't seem like the type to enjoy being plagued by attention. She had a pretty good idea that he had more money than she did already, so that wasn't going to be of any benefit to him. And she was so certain they would reach a breaking point. And he'd realize she wasn't worth it.
Was it harmful for her to already be jumping to that, though, when this was only their first official date in Los Angeles? Should she just fucking chill out and let herself enjoy being with him tonight instead of getting so trapped in her own head? God.
"Hey, um…Chuck?" She cleared her throat, playing with her napkin in her lap nervously. He looked up at her, that warm, sweet smile on his face. "Is it alright if I ask you a question?"
"Of course. Anything."
Anything.
She sighed.
"I know you've got lots of money with Nerd Tech Inc and all that. And I haven't Googled you, per our pact, but I'm sure you have some amount of fame at least in that circle." He pursed his lips and tilted his head thoughtfully, nodding slightly. "When you've dated women in the past, what's it…like?" She winced. "Weird question, I know."
He narrowed his eyes, still thoughtful, and she seemed to have rendered him speechless. He let himself put the last bit of food on his plate in his mouth and chewed. And she allowed him the space to think of how to even respond to that.
"No, it-it's not that weird of a question. You know better than probably anybody what it's like to date, um, when you're in a certain situation where you get more attention than, uh, most people get." She widened her eyes and nodded, her lips pressed together. "Yeah," he chuckled. "I guess it's mostly pretty…normal. But it also depended on the woman, too. I dated, uh…" He winced this time.
"You can tell me, it's okay," she said, giggling, reaching across the table and draping a hand over his. "But you don't have to, either. Just so you know. I understand it's kind of…um, personal."
"No, it's not that. I just…" He laughed lightly. "My sister warned me to stop talking about my…love life…whatever there even is there, if anything… to the woman I'm currently on a date with."
"Has that been a problem with you in the past?" she asked, amused.
"Yeeeahhhh," he drawled, wrinkling his nose. "I'm not proud of it. I was hurt real bad in the past." She frowned, her hand tightening over his. "Oh, don't worry, it was far enough back in the past. I'm okay. It just had a way—she had a way of circling back into my brain and coming up at the worst times when I was trying to date other women after that. Not great."
"Not too great, no. I'm sorry."
"S'okay. I'm much better off without that poison." She must've given him a curious look because he shook his head a little and winked. "That's for another day. She was pre-Chuck-The-Success-Story." She giggled at the way he phrased that, unable to stop herself from being even more curious about that. "Anyways, Ellie's not here. Thank God." That made her laugh. "So I'll try to give the least dysfunctional version of this as I can." She laughed again and he grinned at her, his brown eyes so gorgeous with the candlelight in them. They were golden almost. She was really into him. Really, really into him.
Chuck cleared his throat, then turned his hand over in hers, curling his fingers around hers and smiling. "Dating for Chuck Bartowski, CEO of Nerd Tech Incorporated, is not all that different from dating for any other dude I think. I mean, I have more money to throw around, so there's that. But… I don't know." He shrugged. "At the same time, there's a certain level of…" He huffed. "I'll use an example. I used to get lunch at this really cool little shop that was a couple blocks from our downtown HQ. The sandwiches were godlike, they were so good. Combinations you would never think of, that sounded totally bizarre, but you tried it and, you know, took a bite, and it was the best—like a party in your mouth." She giggled. "They were great. And Lou was a genius. I-I mean, she still is I'm sure. Wherever she is now. Doing big sandwich things, I'm sure. She's not there anymore—I-I had nothing to do with that!" he rushed out when she gave him a side-eye. She was sort of putting some things together.
She had an image of Chuck walking in at lunch, standing in line, catching this woman's eye. Because of course he would catch any woman's eye if she's into men at all. The flirtation over the sandwich counter. One of them asking for the other's number. Dates. Sex. And with that, complications. And finally a break-up that meant getting her business out of a place where she might have to see this guy all the time, putting space there. Sarah thought it wasn't unheard of.
Chuck cleared his throat again. "Her sandwiches were freaking amazing. Seriously, the best sandwiches I'd ever had and…honestly, nothing's come close since then. So she got a very deserved opportunity to move and expand. That's all that was." She nodded sagely. "Anyway, she was super pretty, cute, funny." And in spite of what she said, Sarah did feel something prick at her chest, as unwarranted as she knew it was. Just a small bit of jealousy maybe. She kept a mask over her face, though. "And she laughed at my stupid attempts at flirtation, not in a bad way. So we went out. And it probably lasted for about a month or so? But with my name and my money and my business sending me off to meetings and conferences and charity trips, I didn't see her all that much. And it turns out, we liked each other but I guess not enough to keep dating when she wanted more out of a relationship than what I was capable of giving her. And I think it was uncomfortable for her that she had friends who teased her about dating a Super Geek." Sarah made a face. "A big tech guy. You know, all the implications that go with it. My wealth. My business. Being a CEO of a corporation. They judged. And I don't think she liked dating someone who, uh, didn't…jive with her views."
"Oh." Sarah nibbled on her lip. So maybe he sort of understood on some level. "Big tech, big money, big corporation…dating a small business owner. That is sort of a clash of…um…ideology."
"Yeah." He winced.
"That's not fair, though. You aren't some greedy money grubbing piece of shit suing people who do the plumbing in your buildings so you don't have to pay them. You aren't lobbying to get your taxes cut. Er…I'm assuming these things about you, I know, but you're a good guy. I can already tell that much about you."
He laughed, a slightly pink hue to his cheeks. "Well thank you. I'm glad you're able to make assumptions like that about me already. Your assumptions are correct. I make a point of being on the up and up, and transparent, and I've lobbied to do the exact opposite of the tax loophole thing for guys like me. I'd rather pay more than my fair share of taxes than see some mom and pop on Main Street have to close up shop because of the taxes they pay." He shrugged then. "But I don't blame Lou, and I don't blame her friends. Sometimes people just aren't compatible enough to get past something like that. And it's okay. I was bummed, but I got it. I get it."
Sarah leaned in closer, smiling at him, her chest all warm and toasty. "Chuck, you're so sweet." He smiled softly at that, a bit of surprise in his face. "I guess it is kinda different for you then, huh? Being a big timer with lots of money and fame in the tech world, trying to date…a sandwich shop owner."
"Yeah. Sure." He shrugged. "But I mean, that's to say, I-I don't date a lot. I can't, really. My time—Well, sometimes it feels like it isn't mine. And it's hard to meet people more than once." He chuckled disarmingly, then. "At least, it was. Seems like we kept bumping into each other."
"Over and over and over and over again," she giggled.
"I am not complaining," he mumbled, a dreamy look on his face.
"Neither am I."
She couldn't have pulled herself out of the long shared gaze if she'd wanted to. She let it wash over her instead. She just really liked him. He made her feel so damn good. Like everything was calm, like she was where she was supposed to be.
He reached up with his free hand and scratched behind his ear then, peering out of the nearby window and shifting in his chair. "But, um, why do you ask? About what dating's like for me, I mean."
"Oh. Right." She cleared her throat this time. "I guess I-I'm just trying to get at…Well, something important. Something I—" She sighed, rolling her eyes at herself. She needed to just be up front.
"What is it? Everything okay?"
Sarah took a deep breath and smiled at him, leaning her elbow on the table and letting her cheek fall into her hand. The concern on his face was sincere. And she felt cared about. She let herself bask in it for a moment, it was such a rarity in her existence. And then she shook herself. "Yes. I'm fine. I'm…about to make a request and I'm worried how…you'll take it."
That was a bout of honesty that came out so easily and painlessly that she felt a little unnerved by it.
"Try me," he said, looking at her steadily.
Sarah sighed. "We spent a few days together in New York and now this. I think this qualifies as a…continuation of sorts, don't you?"
"A…continuation?"
"Of this. Us. Meeting up. Spending time together. We're both back in LA again, for the time being, and we immediately got sucked right back into each other's orbit. Gravitational pull or whatever." She giggled, squirming in her chair, feeling stupid for not being able to just talk to him normally the way she usually talked to people. She was a fucking spy, an actress. She lied and manipulated and played parts all the time. And she couldn't seem to recapture the cool, collected spy here, nit even for this. Was it him? The situation?
"Are we planets now? Moons?"
"Ha." She smiled weakly at his teasing. "This thing between us looks like it—Well, it didn't end in New York, which means it's going to most likely continue here. I-I want it to. Let's clear that part up right now."
"So do I," he said quickly. "Was that the thing that had you worried about my reaction?" He asked, raising his eyebrows and ducking his chin. "Because I'm absolutely game to keep this thing going. What-erm-whatever it is."
"No, no. I mean, yes, me too. I just meant that wasn't the thing I was worried about. See, my life, Chuck, it's fraught with…" Danger, destruction, lies. "Well, I'm just super busy all the time, and then there's the fame part of it. Being stalked by people with cameras trying to catch something salacious that'll sell mags and get clicks. I have to be in the shadows a lot of the time, you know?" He nodded, and his furrowed brow told her he was maybe a little confused about where she was going with this. "I want to keep spending time with you Chuck, I want to see you, hang out with you." She nibbled her lip shyly as a smile grew slowly on his face. The smile she hadn't been able to keep out of her mind at night before she went to sleep, when she slept at all these last two weeks. She'd missed him. "If we keep seeing each other, though, I think it's going to have to be…"
She couldn't think of the word so he seemed to see fit to help her out.
"Oh. Ahem. You want to keep things more…easygoing? Is that it? Chill? Casual?"
He'd gone in the wrong direction with that. "No, not that." She stopped then, looking up at him through her eyelashes. "Unless…that's something you…have particular thoughts about?"
"God no. Please ignore me. You say what you were gonna say," he rushed out, shaking his head vigorously.
She giggled, leaning in a little closer. "Okay, um. I just think we should keep things more… Ugh, please don't hate me for asking you to do this, but if you could keep not telling anyone about this, about us, about me, that'd be for the best I think." She winced. It sounded terrible, hearing herself say it out loud.
"Ah." He blinked. "Oh. So we're going to keep…keeping this a secret then. Like we said in New York, but-but here too."
Sarah couldn't read the tech CEO at all as he glanced off to the side. Was he upset? Offended? Angry? She needed to fix it if he was any or all of those things. "Please?" She gave him a desperate look and reached over to squeeze his hand. "I'm sorry. I know it's asking a whole lot, not telling anyone that we're…seeing each other." She wrinkled her nose. "That's why I asked you what dating has been like for you. Because I-I know that it's so different from what it'll be like if you keep seeing me."
"Ah." He nodded once, pressing his lips into a thin line. "Because you're so famous."
"Yeah. That." She cleared her throat, then made a tired, frustrated face. "I was just hoping you'd be okay with just us two knowing. You and me. And…my driver, of course."
Chuck spun to look around the room. "Your driver? He's not in here too, is he?"
She laughed, throwing her head back. "You're such a dork."
"I know," he chuckled, smiling warmly, as if pleased that he'd made her laugh. And then he turned over his hand under hers and threaded their fingers together, leaning in closer. She searched his face for any indication she'd upset him but couldn't find it as he knit his eyebrows and half of his mouth tilted up crookedly. "And it's okay, Sarah. I get it. I won't tell anyone I've been on a date with Sarah Walker. The Sarah Walker." He squeezed her hand. "I promise." He bit his lip then, and she felt his thumb stroke over her palm in a way that made her feel something between her legs, like someone tugged on a string there. "As long as I keep getting to see you."
Oh, he was going to keep getting to see her.
At the rate he was going, he wouldn't be able keep her away.
"Deal," she said softly. She took him in, as beautiful as he was in the candlelight, and she felt bad. She felt embarrassed. She was the one who was upset, after all. She frowned, catching his brown gaze across the table. "Chuck, I'm sorry. I feel like right off the bat I'm weighing you down with all these freaking rules. Like, normal people don't immediately give their date rules on, like, Day 1. And here I am telling you not to talk to anyone about this, to let anyone know we know each other, that we're going out on dates. It's a difficult thing to do. We'll have to meet like this, behind closed doors, away from public spaces."
"So this is gonna stay pretty clandestine then, huh? You and me?"
She nodded. "Yeah, if-if you're…okay with that. It's just that if I were to walk downstairs with you and we went out into public, walking along that sidewalk, and they immediately saw through my disguise and knew Sarah Walker was out with a man, they would fall over themselves trying to find out who that man was. It wouldn't be hard for them to figure out who you are, and then you'd have paparazzi all over you. They would never leave you alone no matter what happened." He gritted his teeth in a wince. "Yeah. Not fun. They'd go through your life with a fine-tooth comb, Chuck. Any secrets…any skeletons…?" He widened his eyes. "They'd find them. Eventually. And they'd put it all over their trash tabloids."
"Jesus. It's that bad?"
"Yes." She shrugged.
He let out a low whistle. And then he cleared his throat, lifting his gaze up to meet hers. "For the record, I honestly, erm, I think I could handle all of that. I'm-I'm not really a skeleton kinda guy. You open up my closets and look inside you'll find clothes, lots of sneakers…" She giggled, grinning hard at him. "A few boxes of collectible comics. Books. Action figures."
"Action figures?" She pulled back and raised her eyebrow teasingly. "There's the skeleton, right there."
He laughed, seeming to take her teasing as what it was and nothing more, a good-natured glint in his eye. "Touché."
"I'm just teasing you," she said, just to make it clear. She sobered up significantly though. "You think you can handle it, and I'm not trying to be patronizing, but it's more exhausting, and can be more detrimental, damaging, than you could possibly imagine, Chuck. Whether you do have skeletons in your closet or not. They can construct skeletons out of nothing sometimes."
Chuck took a deep breath and nodded. "Well, okay then. I respect your wishes." He caught her eye seriously. "I respect you. You know what you're talking about, you've lived in this world for so long. So…I won't tell a soul."
Sarah Walker never quite saw herself as the type of person who had kinks. Sex had never meant enough to her, or had been a big enough part of her existence, that kinks had come into play in her sex life.
But in that moment, she thought this might be the closest she'd ever come to having a kink: an attractive, sincere man saying "I respect your wishes, I respect you."
"Thank you," she said, genuinely grateful to him. "You're sure you're okay with this? It means all our dates will look like this one. ALL of them. It…definitely sucks. But you have no idea how much more it'll suck to have paparazzi boxing you in every time you try to go to a farmer's market." She sighed. "This is the best way I know how to make sure you get to live your life the way you want to live it, Chuck."
"I appreciate that. But what I said still stands. I don't mind a little change to the lifestyle I'm enjoying. I know, I know. It's a big change. We'll do it your way, though. I trust you. Any way I get to spend time with you, I'll take it."
Sarah sighed, letting him hear the wistful hum she emitted at the same time. "Thank you for trusting me. And for doing this. It isn't going to be very easy, tiptoeing, hiding, ducking into dark corners together."
"I dunno. Sounds kinda hot."
That made her laugh. "I really like you. A whole lot."
His grin made her heart race. And then his eyes lowered to her wine glass and he jumped a little. "Oh, hey. You're out of wine. I can fix that." He reached over to grab the bottle and picked it up, shaking it. "Wait, we're out of wine!"
"We are," she giggled. "Would ya look at that?"
"I can fix this, too."
She laughed as he stood up from the table with a happy, "How do you feel about opening up that aperitif I'm chilling in the fridge?"
Sarah giggled and nodded, that string being pulled tighter as she watched him clap his hands together emphatically, heading for the kitchen.
Something in her snapped, though.
And the last two weeks of rushing everywhere, the mission, the airplanes, nearly being shot, the brittleness in her soul, and the need for something better, something more pure and heartening, made her get up and follow after him.
+ —
Chuck had barely set the empty bottle down on the counter in the kitchen when he felt a soft hand curl around his, her grip tight, and she tugged at him, forcing him to spin back towards her.
He widened his eyes as she moved onto her tiptoes, his chest bumping against hers as she caught his face with both hands cupping his jaw on either side. She kissed him solidly, without missing a beat.
God help him.
Over two weeks of thinking about her so much he'd lost sleep, wondering if this whole thing was actually going to happen or if NYC had been the start and the end.
And now she was here, in his kitchen, kissing him so passionately he felt like he maybe wasn't even standing on solid ground anymore. Was he floating? Were they both floating?
He wrapped his arms around her body and tilted his head, urging her mouth open for him to taste the wine they'd just polished off. Their tongues swiped against one another and she sighed headily.
He sighed back and moved a hand to the back of her neck, pulling her in even closer.
Chuck still had the sensations from those 3 days in New York memorized. His skin memorized the way her fingertips felt grazing over it, her mouth tasting him, the graze of her teeth against his hipbone. His whole body had memorized the explosion of ecstasy when she was on top of him, riding him as she held onto his shoulders.
He had that heady, tight pressure of her fingers digging into his muscles in his shoulders memorized.
And he'd thought about it a lot these last two weeks, completely spacing out during meetings like a total freak, zoning out of important conversations.
She was back in front of him again, doing incredible things with her lips and her tongue.
They broke the kiss for a moment to breathe, their noses nuzzling, and he groaned achingly, so relieved to be with her again.
"Chuck…" she whispered, and he heard her smile in it as his eyes drifted shut. He dotted kisses down her jaw, then kissed the spot where her jaw ended and neck began. She whimpered.
Was this going where he wanted it to go?
He had a feeling with this woman that being straightforward and asking was the best way to go. She seemed to like when he was candid with her. It surprised her, and he wondered distantly how often she was lied to by the people in her life.
He laid one long kiss to her neck, feeling her almost melt under his hands, more of her weight pressing against his chest. And then he asked: "So is that a yes or a no to the aperitif?"
Sarah laughed, her head falling back, giving him more access to her neck. He took advantage of it, letting his tongue flick out from between his lips to taste her skin. Her laugh became a moan and her grip tightened on him. "Do I really have to answer that question?" she asked breathlessly, amusement in her tone even as her voice crackled with want.
Almost as if to emphasize her point, she arched her hips against his, rubbing their fronts together. It was a pointed action and it felt so good he groaned.
"Nope," he muttered, shaking his head.
He didn't dare to hope these last two weeks had felt like torture for her just as much as they'd felt like torture for him.
But her fingers twisted in his blazer so desperately as he caught her lips in another passionate kiss, and he felt heat rise up from his collar as his hands fell to her hips.
She arched her front into his again and he whimpered.
He wanted her so badly, he felt her burning in his soul. And it was spreading. The searing heat was spreading like a raging wildfire.
Holding onto her for dear life, he moved them out of the kitchen, all the while still kissing madly, their hands roaming, grasping onto clothes and hair and anything else they found.
He accidentally ran her into the doorframe that led into the hallway and she grunted. "M-Oh shit," he gasped out, breaking the kiss. "I'm so sorry. I-I—"
She laughed. "It's okay." And she grabbed his head in both hands and yanked him down to keep kissing him. She was really good at this. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he groaned again.
And maybe he needed to be the one backing towards the bedroom so that he didn't slam her against anything else along the way.
He'd gladly take the brunt of it.
She got his blazer off halfway down the hallway, and he threw it somewhere, laughing in breathless awe as she broke the kiss to look at what she was doing, yanking his shirt out of his pants and starting to unbutton it with deft fingers.
When she got it undone, she went to push it off of him and instead just pushed him, all of her weight slamming against him. He wasn't prepared and he ended up staggering back into the wall just outside of his bedroom. "Mm sorry," she panted, but it didn't feel like she was all that sorry as she practically climbed up his body, pawing at his shoulders and hair to get better access to his mouth, her knee digging into his thigh as she kissed him again, hard.
His shirt still clinging to the crooks of his elbows, he slipped his hands under her thighs and lifted her up against him. Lust pooling between his legs, he spun them and pinned her to the wall.
Sarah gasped, shock in her face. The shock immediately melted into an impressed, turned on grin, and yanked him in close by her hands twisted in his shirt. He kissed her and she moaned loudly, her fingers stroking up into his hair and holding on tight.
The way she pulled on his curls made him wince, and it was like a bomb went off in his lower stomach. He pressed himself tightly to her, pinning her there, and he thrusted his hips against hers, a long, aching thrust.
Sarah threw her head back and gasped. "Oh, Chuck…"
Her jaw twitched and she immediately set her hands to the front of his pants.
Chuck needed to get them to his bed quickly. She was already halfway to having full access to that part of him, and there was no way he'd be able to get them the rest of the way to the bed if she got that full access. The second she touched him there, he'd be done for the night. He just knew it.
There was historical precedence. With this specific woman, too.
So he pulled back from the wall and slammed his hand against the door, swinging it open all the way, hard enough that it thunked against the wall and swung back. But he caught it and pushed it away again before it could touch Sarah.
He heard the zzzzzzzip of the zipper at the front of his pants and her hand was inside as she cupped him over his boxers, squeezing him.
"Oh sh—" A groan swallowed the rest of the curse and he angled himself against her touch, stumbling his way to the bed. He had to smack the light switch on the wall on his way in to make sure he didn't trip on anything, including his own feet.
They finally got to the bed and he set her down, having to take her legs and forcibly peel them from around his waist. Breaking the kiss, she peered up at him through her eyelashes and bit her lip.
He sighed at the loss as she pulled her hand out of his pants, but then she cupped his face a lot more tenderly this time as she moved up onto her tiptoes to kiss him warmly, a long, exploring kiss that made him feel like flames were licking at his own toes, slowly working up to his ankles, and growing to overtake him up to his knees.
His arms fell limply to his sides and he groaned into her kiss, earning a lusty giggle, even as she kept kissing him.
She pulled her lips back, placed one more quick kiss to the corner of his mouth, and hooked her fingers in his pants' belt loops, before she carefully pulled them down, all while looking into his brown eyes with her gorgeous blues.
Chuck let out a slow breath through pursed lips. This was too much for him to take.
His pants fell to his ankles with a swish. He was going to kick them off, but Sarah leaned in to press hot kisses to his collarbone, his shoulders, his chest. When her lips closed around one of his nipples, his body jerked to life.
"Sa—Oh my God."
Her giggle was loud and gusty as he grabbed her and eased her down onto the mattress behind her. She apparently hadn't realized it was there because her eyes widened in fear for a split second before her back landed on the mattress. He couldn't help giggling at her for her reaction and she clenched her teeth in warning at him, amused as she yanked him down on top of her, his arms still wound around her back.
Sarah leaned up to latch her mouth onto his neck, relentless in her pursuit to taste him.
He lowered his weight onto hers, their legs hanging over the edge of the bed. He braced his toes against the wood floors beside his bed and thrusted himself against her, making her shiver and whimper against the underside of his jaw.
"Yes," she whispered, her voice dripping with desire.
And then she let her head fall back against the mattress, her eyelids heavy in lust as she bit her lip and grabbed at her dress, arching herself up from the bed to tug the skirt up, bunching it at her bellybutton.
She didn't have to say anything. He understood.
And he was on the same page.
He braced one hand on the bed next to her and angled himself up to hover over her, his other hand pushing at his boxers to get them the hell out of the way. She shoved at her panties until they were gone, somewhere below them, out of the way.
He didn't bother getting his own underwear much further than halfway down his thighs. They were out of the way and that was all that mattered.
Her fingers were around him then, touching him, curling around the sensitive skin there and squeezing his hardness.
"Sarah," he growled.
She nodded, and she situated him so that he was at her entrance. He sank himself into her slowly, not stopping until he was as far as he could go. They both arched away from the bed with whimpers of pleasure, and Chuck felt her shiver under him.
He began to thrust against her, making her gasp and throw her head back. He leaned down to kiss her neck, his tongue flicking out to lick her.
But then one of her hands went into his hair again, and the other landed squarely on one of his ass cheeks. She squeezed him in her grip and pulled him down hard.
He groaned her name and felt an explosion of pleasure go through him. It was sudden and powerful enough that he was afraid he might finish earlier than he meant to. Maybe it was the wanting this again for 2 weeks, or maybe she was just that good, or the combination of the 2, but he didn't want this ending before it even got off the ground.
So he took her hand out of his hair, grabbing her other hand that was clutching onto his ass, and he reached up to pin both to the mattress over her head. Her jaw fell open in awe as he doubled his efforts then, his strokes deep and swift."Oh, Chuck! Hnnng!"
She felt so good he was going nuts, the way she used her grip with him between her thighs to start meeting his thrusts with her own hips, arching herself up off of the mattress.
He buried his face in her neck and moved faster, putting more power into what he was doing, needing to give her every single part of himself. As if these last few weeks, the distance, had dulled the excitement those days they spent together in NYC had given her. As if time and space apart from the events in their respective rentals had made her think maybe she'd built it all up and it actually wasn't that good, he wasn't worth continuing things with once they were back home in LA.
Chuck wanted to make sure if she did think those things, that he put an end to those thoughts.
The CEO of NTI knew more than anything that nothing about those days he spent with Sarah Walker was overrated, overblown, or overinflated. He hadn't built anything up bigger than it actually was.
What happened between them was big which is why it still felt big days later, which is why he lost sleep over her, silently begging, praying, that he could see her again.
Now that she was here, now that they were together again, he needed to make sure he gave her something to stick around for. He was trapped in his head, trapped in the need to impress her, to make her want to be here, see him again.
He didn't see it, then.
The need just filled him up, not just need for her in that moment, but the need for her to stay, to want to stay. But he needed to get rid of the clothes. He could feel it squeezing around his thighs and ankles.
He let go of her wrists then and pushed himself up, gently slipping himself out of her for a moment.
"W-Where are you going?" she panted, reaching up for him, grasping his wrist in strong fingers. Something inside of him sang at her furrowed brow, the concern in her blue eyes as he left her lying there.
"Not far, don't worry," he chuckled, and she blushed, as if embarrassed by her outburst, the needy tone of her voice.
That was not something she should be embarrassed about, but he couldn't tell her that, bringing it up would just embarrass her more.
Instead he finally stepped out of his pants and lost the boxers too, leaving them on the floor next to his bed. He missed the way she took him in, as much of him as she could see, feasting on him, as he undressed the rest of the way.
Before he could get back on top of her, though, Sarah sat up and grabbed her dress, yanking it up over her head. She balled it up and lobbed it over his head playfully, making him laugh.
The glee in her gorgeous face, the way she hummed happily as he crawled back onto the bed, grabbing him and pulling down with her, made excitement and adrenaline course through him.
But then Sarah stopped him with a hand to his chest. "Wait, wait," she gasped. Then she tilted her head back and eyed his pillows.
Chuck understood her meaning and nodded, rolling off of her so that she could crawl back to the pillows. He followed right behind, giggling at the way she flopped onto her back and squirmed to get comfortable, lifting her arms to him as if silently saying "come hither".
He needed her so badly.
And he didn't waste any time, scooting between her legs. But he didn't lie down on top of her to enter her and continue where they left off. Instead, he let his instincts take over.
Chuck tucked his thighs under hers, kneeling on the bed, and he used his grip on her legs to pull her crotch against his. Sarah's mouth fell open in awe as he carefully directed himself to her entrance and thrusted deeply.
She took him in with a whimper of pleasure, throwing her head back. "Oh, Chuck! Chuck!"
His thrusts were quick and shallow at first, letting her get accustomed to the position, but then she reached up to press her fingers against his abdomen, and with one quick thrust that was a little harder than the others, he felt her fingernails dig into his muscle there.
"Ahh! Sarah!"
"Harder," she panted. "Please. Oh please…"
Chuck slipped his hands to her hips, his fingers digging into her asscheeks, and then he lifted her hips up from the bed, her torso angled down. His thrusts became slower, longer, but much, much harder. He let her feel his strength and power as her body shook with each thrust.
Sarah cursed, her eyes shutting tight, and she reached up to push her other hand into her hair, holding on tight. "Oh my God!"
He let go of her with one hand, still thrusting hard, letting her feel every inch of him against her front wall. She was shivering with each stroke, whimpering his name. "Chuck, yes… yes!"
Then he let his fingers land on her abdomen, just lightly, feeling how strong she was as she pushed herself into his thrusts, her muscles flexing. He let her feel his nails graze over her skin oh so lightly, teasing her belly button, drifting up to her breasts, but only just barely touching the undersides before he slipped back down to tease her just above her sex.
With another curse, Sarah pushed both of her hands through her hair. "Keep going!" she panted. "Oh yeah! Yeah, baby!"
Chuck shivered in the best way at the sound of her voice, that baby echoing in his ears. "Oh God," he groaned, and he grabbed her tightly by her hips in both hands, bracing his knees, leaning forward, and slamming himself into her hard. Maybe a little harder than he normally would feel comfortable doing.
"Nnnn hnnn!" Sarah reached up and smacked her hands against the headboard, curling her fingers around the metal and holding on for dear life, and as he kept going, she moaned loudly, letting out a panting laugh in total awe. "God, yeah, I'm almost there! Chuck!"
He was just barely keeping himself in check, feeding off of her ecstasy, the look on her face, her encouraging words and the sounds she was making. He wanted her to finish before he did, though. And he remembered vividly from New York what had ensured the desired outcome a few times.
So he got his wits about him just enough to slow down just a little, still swinging his hips hard enough that he went as deep inside of her as he could go, and he slipped his right hand to her front just enough that he could slide his thumb between their bodies.
He felt her sensitive nub under the pad of his finger and he began to roll it with each of his thrusts.
Sarah's eyes snapped open and she called out loudly, desperately letting go of the head of his bed and slapping her hand down on his knee by her hip, digging her nails in. "Oooh yeaaahh!"
"Come on, Sarah," he breathed. "Oh come on, baby."
Her features were pinched as he kept going, thrusting into her, touching her. He angled himself differently just slightly and thrusted harder, immediately sensing a change, the intensity in her face, the fire in her eyes. "Right there! Yes, right there!"
Chuck knew he'd found her g-spot and he angled his cock against it over and over again, slipping one hand under her ass, flattening the other just under her bellybutton. He jerked himself fast and hard into that spot, watching and feeling as her body tightened, buzzed, tensed…
She came, shaking under him, practically yelling, "CHUCK! YES!"
And he leaned down on top of her, splaying himself out and unfurling his legs, ignoring the tightness in his muscles, wrapping her up in his arms and kissing her face as she moaned, clinging with her arms around him, chuckling breathlessly, her fingers making patterns in his hair.
Chuck reveled in the feel of her, in the way she held onto him with a tightness that let him know he wasn't the only one. He wasn't the only one. And he had no idea what that was going to mean moving forward.
But it was so worth finding out.
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