The Trapped Assassin
By SarahsSupplyCloset
Author's Note: HAPPY NEW YEAR! Holidays are a drain, but at least 2016 is freaking gone, am I right? Peace out, you shitty shitty SHITTY year! Byyye!
To celebrate 2016 being OVER FINALLY, I'm posting a chapter. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own CHUCK. I'm not making any money from this.
When she texted Chuck she was hungry after a post-shower nap that lasted for awhile, he asked if she could wait a half hour, and did she like pesto or aioli? She figured he was going down to the shop himself to get their dinner, and while she wanted to tell him to wait for her so that she could go with him and buy the food, since he'd done more than his fair share of food purchasing over the last week, she instead plopped back onto her bed and told him a half hour was fine.
She was tired, but in that really good way that made you feel supremely comfortable. This was why she liked night time runs. But only if she went hard. That body-deep tiredness made falling asleep so much easier.
She waited a little longer than 30 minutes, just staring at the ceiling from her bed and then finally climbing to her feet and slipping into jeans and a button-up flannel, tossing her hair up into a messy bun.
By the time she arrived at his room, he was there, and as he let her inside, she saw that she was right. He'd gone and bought the dinner himself. She spun on her heels to look at him, crossing her arms and playing like she hadn't figured it out. "How much do I owe you, Chuck?"
He puffed his cheeks out and raised his eyebrows. "Owe me? Why, whatever do you mean?" She gave him a flat look and he chuckled. "It's on me this time."
"It's on you all the time, Chuck. That's not fair."
"They're just sandwiches and tasty fruit sodas! That's nada!"
"In Nice? Nothing is nada."
"Nothing is nada. That was a good one. I liked that."
Sarah snorted and rolled her eyes, heading towards the food on the table. "It looks like it might rain soon, but the air is nice. Still want to eat on the terrace?" she emphasized the last word, smirking and Vanna White-ing towards the door to the balcony.
"I like you," he drawled, grinning cheekily. "Ja, fräulein. To ze terrace!" he finished in a hilarious but cartoonish German accent.
Luckily the rainstorm they'd experienced earlier at Les Gorges de la Cagne seemed not to have been quite so bad here at the hotel, and the balcony furniture was already dry.
And as they sat out on the balcony, enjoying their "delicious and nutritious" sandwiches, according to Chuck, he finally broke the silence, and broke her sense of calm all at once, unfortunately.
"So you said our damp sanctuary in the woods was the least comfortable place you'd made out with someone…" He paused and she had no idea where he was going with this. "I gotta know, is this the least fancy date you've ever been on? Eating sandwiches on a hotel balcony with a guy who's in his PJs? Well, jeans. But…in my mind I'm in PJs."
Sarah laughed because she knew that was what he'd been going for. But she was also wracking her brain. What, exactly, could she say to that? The dates she'd been on in her life had been after Graham recruited her. Which meant they'd all pretty much been part of the job. Dates she'd gone on to get classified info they could use against her mark when they brought him to justice. Ways to find tyrants' hiding places. It had been because of a date she'd gone on that they found out where Roland Taft's Mediterranean loft was. The site where the man had finally met his maker.
Had she ever even had a real date before Chuck?
It had always been disappearing into an apartment or her hotel room with a guy after dancing in a club, or the fancy mission dates where she'd extract information over rounds of truth serum laced champagne.
And because she was way out of her depth, she ignored the ache in her chest and said, "Uh, yeah. This might be the least fancy date I've been on."
"Date a lot of guys who can take you to the ritzy restaurants, huh?"
"I guess." She shrugged.
By the look on his face, she thought he might be picking up on her cues, and he quickly changed the subject. Mercifully.
"Good sandwiches though, huh?"
The air became awkward then, and she regretted it awfully. "I, uh, I like the aioli. It was a good choice."
"You picked it! So good job, you."
She smiled and took another bite. She wanted to bring it back. And she didn't want him to think she was upset with him for the personal question. She wasn't upset, she just didn't know how to handle lying to him.
And that…
Well, that was terrifying.
Because she was usually so damn good at lying.
"Chuck, I…" God, why was she doing this? Why was she bringing this up? "I actually don't have a lot of dates I can really talk about." Because they were classified. "That's why I was kind of weird just now. I don't have time for real dates. Not really. And that's one of the reasons why my work is…I mean, I'm not in a good place with my job. The whole lack of free time, lack of life outside of…the job. You know?"
He melted into his chair a little, his face softening. He set the small sliver that was left of the sandwich that had once been massive down in the wrapped it had come in and leaned across the table to look closely at her.
"I get you. You don't have to explain. Workaholics unite." He teasingly thrust his fist across the table and she giggled, shaking her head, even as she reached across to bump his fist with her own. "Although I imagine men regularly throw themselves at your feet, whether you date them or not."
Sarah shrugged, unsure of how to answer that. "I can say, though, that I had never been on a picnic until you took me on one a couple nights ago. When we rented bikes."
He sat up straight and boggled at her. "Seriously?"
She ducked her head shyly.
"We need to do more of those."
And as she nodded, she realized there was a chance they wouldn't. A pretty good chance, after everything. Because the more she stayed here with Chuck, the more she wanted to be with Chuck, the less likely she thought it was that she'd stay with Chuck. She was Sarah Walker, agent of the CIA. More than that, she was the Ice Queen. IQ. The only risks she took were ones that put her in the crosshairs, guerrillas, criminals, killers, tyrants. Could she take a risk like this? Abandoning everything she knew to walk into the unknown? She'd be lost.
Suddenly a large drop splattered against the table right next to her hand. "Uh oh."
Lightning flashed over Chuck's shoulder in the distance, followed by the rolling rumble of thunder. "Time to move inside!" he chirped.
They clambered to gather their food and drinks, leaping inside just as the rain started up again. Chuck slid the door shut with his foot and turned to face her, following suit as she set her meal down on the table just inside the door.
"I know I'm an LA boy, but this sudden rain thing didn't seem like the French Riviera."
She chuckled. "You are definitely an LA boy."
Chuck pulled his chair out and sat across from her, glaring teasingly. "And what's that supposed to mean?"
"I plead the fifth."
That got a laugh out of him. "Fine. We'll change the subject. What's another thing you've always wanted to do but never have?"
"Uhhh…" She grinned, looking down at her food, fiddling with the bottle she was drinking from. Where did she even begin? "I, um, I don't really know. I can't think of anything offhand."
He made a face. "Pfft. Come on. Not a single thing?"
Sarah shrugged and leaned back against her chair. Did she really feel comfortable telling him any of the things she'd always wanted to do? Yes, she knew. She did feel comfortable. He was safe. This conversation was safe.
"I've always wanted to…" She sighed and shook her head, rolling her eyes at herself. "I've always wanted a garden." She gnawed on her lip, feeling shy. "Not, like, a pot with a plant in it. But a real garden. With fruits and veggies growing in it. You know? Getting in the dirt early in the morning before the sun gets high. Watching it grow. Then I'd make some pasta dish or something and I could just walk out there and pick the basil from my garden."
A smile grew on his face that was soft and warm. She wanted to melt into it and stay there forever, it made her feel so good. But she was still clinging to that shyness that pervaded whenever she said something 100 percent true about herself.
"Where you live now, you can't have a garden?"
She thought about the apartment in D.C. that was a hop skip and a jump from Langley, the CIA's headquarters. The stark, grey building, and the small balcony that was outside of her small window. She didn't even keep a potted plant on it. How would she make sure it didn't die with how often she was gone on missions?
"No. It's an apartment. I don't have any yard or anything like that. Just a tiny balcony off a fire escape."
"Ah. Yeah. City life." He nodded.
"I guess."
"Maybe someday you will live somewhere that allows you to plant your own garden."
She put everything she had into a smile, attempting to keep the mixture of sadness and bitterness she felt out of it. He had no idea. She'd never have a garden. It wouldn't happen. But she took his hand and squeezed it gratefully anyway.
"Maybe."
And then she shook her head. "What about you?" she asked.
"Oh, so many things," he chuckled, and she grinned. "But the first thing that popped into my head just now…taking a beautiful woman out on a yacht and seducing the pants off her."
Sarah laughed so hard she rocked forward. She hadn't expected that answer. Maybe something about curing cancer or world peace or something a lot more Boy Scout-ish. Even something more adventurous. Like skydiving or something. Hanging out in a cage in shark infested water.
Instead, he wanted to seduce a woman on yacht.
"Sorry. I know it's shallow. Like, I don't even want a yacht for myself. They're such a waste of money. You can't really go anywhere far in one. If you try to, you'll get ransacked by pirates—don't laugh at me, there are still pirates out there and people get robbed and killed all the time." Sarah clamped her fingers down around her lips to stop herself from laughing. And he glared, humor twitching at the corners of his mouth. "I just imagine it'd be so…I don't know, sexy. Floating out there on the water in a super fancy room with champagne, the moonlight, nobody else around…I just want to do it sometime."
"Okay, but what if you meet some rich woman someday and she takes you out onto her yacht and seduces the pants off of you?" she asked flirtatiously.
He chuckled and shook his head. "I'm perfectly fine with this. As long as it's just me and her, and someone's pants come off at some point."
Sarah laughed again. "The pants have to come off."
"Absolutely."
"Well, I'm not judging you for that. Everyone's allowed their fantasy. And I think a trip out on a yacht might be nice." She paused, and without filtering herself, she mumbled, "With the right person, that is."
Because she'd been on yachts before. Two, to be exact. One had been a few years ago. She'd let a man kiss her, put his hands on her, even untie her bikini top, before she got what she needed and elbowed him in the temple hard enough to knock him out immediately. She dove off with her waterproof tape recorder and swam to shore, never to be seen or heard from again by the playboy millionaire's playboy son. But damn, his daddy had gotten his with that evidence. The second one had been when she'd blown up Roland Taft's yacht. It had exploded to smithereens.
Neither of those times had been romantic. They'd been awful.
But she would be lying if she didn't admit that she would love to be on a yacht in a non-deadly situation. And, like she said, with the right person.
"The right person. Exactly," he agreed, nodding. "You, uh, you ever been on one?"
She raised her eyebrows and looked away as she lied. "No. I haven't."
"Yeah, me neither. Like you said, just a fantasy." He shrugged. "You have any?"
"What?"
"Fantasies." He leaned in close, his elbows on the table top. And Sarah couldn't help but squirm a little at the way the tone of his voice made her feel.
"Fantasies? Mine?"
He shrugged one shoulder. "Sure."
"Uh, no. Not really." Then she paused. "I mean…there's one."
He leaned closer. "Tell me."
"Well…" She leaned in as well, feeding off of the hunger in his gaze. "He takes me out to a romantic dinner, candlelight, decadent food, expensive wine. And then he takes me back to my place…"
"Mhm…"
"…I invite him in…"
"Do you?"
"Yep. And as we undress each other…" He leaned in even closer as she bit her lip. "…Kissing, hands just…everywhere…" She paused dramatically. "He passes out because he drank too much."
Chuck blinked and sat back. And then laughter exploded out of him and he hunched forward, shutting his eyes, putting his hand on his forehead. He lifted his gaze up to her eventually as she giggled mischievously, folding his hands together and pressing his cheek into them, shaking his head. "That was messed up."
"Was it?"
"Yeah. It was. I thought we'd both moved passed that, but apparently I was wrong. A man can't make any mistakes around you, apparently."
She laughed, crumbling up her wrapper and reaching across to do the same with his, tossing both in the bag and smashing it down, pushing it to the side. "It wasn't so much a mistake. It was cute. And anyways, you made up for it the next morning."
"Glad to hear it." Chuck pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. "But as long as we're on the subject of, um, fantasies…" Sarah perked up, interested. "What do you think about a long hike along a French river, a rainstorm forcing you into a dank cave where you make out, a nice chill dinner, all of which is topped off with being carried to his bed where you stay for the rest of the night."
Sarah let out a slow breath through her nostrils, then she pursed her lips and lifted an eyebrow, squirming in her seat again. "As a fantasy…? Maybe a little too detailed." He chuckled, his face shining with affection. It made her feel so, so good. "But if it were to happen, I'd be all for it." She paused and gave him a long look that was unmistakable…At least she hoped. Maybe she should be more clear just in case. "What I mean to say is, why are you still sitting over there? Get over here and take me to bed."
He didn't even say anything. His eyes widened and he hastened to his feet. She stood just as he stopped at her side, and she giggled with a playful squeal as he knelt down and lifted her into his embrace, one arm tucked under her knees, the other around her back.
Sarah rounded his neck with her arms and kissed him, feeling him smile against her lips.
And then they were moving through the room, and he pushed through the door to the bedroom with so much intent that the door swung back and hit the wall.
He didn't seem to care at all as he carried her to the bed and set her down on it, his fingers immediately starting on the buttons of her flannel. With each one he unbuttoned, he lowered his lips to the skin that was revealed, teasing her bellybutton with his tongue, moving up more and more, dragging his lips along her ribcage, until he opened the front of the shirt all the way and pushed the cotton cloth out of his way.
She tried to sit up to shrug the shirt down her arms and take it off all the way, but Chuck held her down gently, shaking his head, his eyes flashing. And then he lowered his mouth to surround one of her pert nipples, licking, sucking…tasting her skin. Sarah's eyelids fluttered and she let out a soft whimper, biting her lip as his fingers clamped shut around her other nipple, pinching her in time with what he did with his mouth.
"Oh, yes," she whispered, turning her face into the pillow he'd laid her on. He switched a few times, moving back and forth, alternating between his mouth and his fingers. She didn't know how long it lasted. All she knew was that his hair felt so good in her fingers, his mouth so good on her body, his hands so talented.
Until he finally started shifting down her body again, following the grooves of her muscles in her abdomen, and kissing her lower belly right above the button of her jeans.
He took what seemed like an hour undoing her pants, unzipping them with the tab clenched between his teeth (which…dear God, he almost pushed her over the edge just doing that), spending time peeling them down past her hips, his fingers curled in the waistband…Lips kissing her sensitive skin along the hem of her panties…
Sarah just sighed and threw her head back, arching herself off of the bed so that he could pull her pants clear of her ass, and then he clutched her cheeks over her panties and squeezed, pressing his mouth to her sex with nothing but light cotton between his tongue and her entrance.
Her eyelids fluttered and she breathed his name, reaching up to hold onto the headboard. Chuck pulled her jeans down even more, kneading her thighs with skilled fingers, still stimulating her between her legs with his lips and tongue over her panties.
The jeans cleared her knees, moved lower and lower to reveal her shins, and he kneaded her calves.
Until finally, she saw a swish of dark blue as he tossed the jeans away from them and crawled back up her body, lowering his weight on top of her and kissing her. She opened her mouth for him and licked along his lips, immediately feeling him meet her tongue with his, Chuck's deep groan buzzing against her chest.
Sarah grabbed his shirt at his back, grappling for a hand hold and pulling at it. She was starting to feel a bit desperate, in spite of how damn good it felt to have him take his time with the foreplay.
Chuck tilted his torso up from hers, which pressed his groin directly into hers and she hummed in pleasure, watching him whip the shirt off and throw it to the side. She immediately put her hands on his chest, teasing his nipples, grazing her nails down to his abs and stroking his skin there oh so lightly.
Chuck grumbled and thrusted into her, making her grasp. She bent her legs at his waist and used her thighs to pull him down onto her again, arching her hips into his to meet him as he took her hint and thrust again.
And then he kept going, thrusting slowly. His strokes were long and methodical, and she felt him hardening under his jeans, but instead of rushing him and telling him to take his pants off, she bit her tongue in the proverbial sense and just rode out the sensations.
The buzz was slowly increasing between her legs, that tightness behind her belly button more and more evident. She used her grip on the headboard and her shoulders to arch into his thrusts, rubbing herself against his bulge.
Sarah gasped, climbing higher and higher, almost there…
And she reached down to jam her hands between their bodies to unbutton and unzip his jeans, yanking the front open so that his boxers were the only thing covering him. She felt him so much better this way as she moved her hands to let him start thrusting again.
"Yes!" she whimpered. "I'm almost there…Nng…"
Sarah clamped her hands down on his ass and squeezed in time with his strokes as they got harder and longer.
Until the pressure behind her belly button was more like an explosion and the buzzing between her legs sent an unexplainable burst of complete pleasure through her whole body.
She cried out, gyrating up into him to make her climax last longer.
And finally, she flopped back onto the mattress and took a few whimpering breaths.
Chuck laid flat on top of her again and covered her breasts with kisses, before sucking on her nipple again, his fingers making lazy circles on her hips just above her panty line.
"Hmm…" she hummed, turning her face into her pillow. "When are you gonna take your pants off?"
He chuckled against her nipple, his chest bouncing into her lower stomach, fingers still teasing her panty line. "You don't want it to be a surprise?"
Sarah sent her companion a flat look.
"You don't like surprises?"
Her look got flatter and he laughed, sliding up her body and propping himself on his elbows so that he could hover above her, their groins pressed tightly together.
"Mm…Surprises are fine," she admitted. "Here. With you. In a bed." Then she paused. "BUT! not the kind of surprise where you're rutting each other senseless and someone walks in. I'm not a fan of that kind of surprise." She rushed on before he could speak. "Go ahead and take your pants off whenever, though I should warn you, I kind of want you to do it right now so if you don't do it soon, I might have to take things into my own hands." She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and bumped his crotch with hers teasingly.
"First of all…impatient," he accused, raising an eyebrow.
"I never claimed I was perfect."
He chuckled. "And second of all, agreed about the someone walking in thing. But the only person who would walk in here with that Do Not Disturb sign on the door is my sister, and 1) Awesome surprised her with a day trip to Monaco and they'll be there until early morning gambling and partying, 2) she doesn't have a key to my room. So we're safe."
"A day trip to Monaco? Oooo that sounds nice. Awesome sounds…"
"Awesome? Yeah." He grinned. "And incredibly romantic, I heard way too many times from El when she first started dating him."
Sarah giggled.
"I'm messing around, mostly," he emphasized. "It's good to see my sister happy. She deserves it."
He settled more of his weight on her, propping his head up with one elbow, chin in hand, and stroking up and down her side gently with the other, shifting the flannel she still wore to the side.
Sarah bit her lip again. As much as she and Chuck flirted about her being impatient, the assassin felt a niggling curiosity tugging at her mind…at her heart, even. Chuck's sister was engaged, wasn't she? And Chuck hadn't gone into much detail about that, really. Why would he?
But Sarah was curious. She found herself wondering what that experience was like. It was such a normal but, by all accounts, major part of life—getting engaged. It was a decision Sarah was sure she'd never make herself. The decision to get married, tie herself to one person for the rest of her life, choose one single person to fall asleep next to and wake up next to the next morning, "a forever companion" someone had once said in a movie. It had stuck in her brain while the rest of the phony romantic comedy had gone entirely forgotten. Ellie and Awesome had made that decision and she was aching to know about it.
So much so that she didn't stop herself from asking Chuck, "Hey, how did they get engaged? I-I mean, what was it like? Were you there?"
She was glad when he didn't give her a look like she was some sort of weirdo nosy person, like it wasn't her business. Because it really wasn't her business. She was just some random fellow traveler he'd met during vacation in Nice. She wasn't entitled to know anything about his life, and especially not his sister's life.
But instead, he narrowed his eyes at the headboard thoughtfully, before dragging his gaze back to her face. "I was there. Yeah. They didn't really notice me, though." Sarah raised an eyebrow and he chuckled. "Well, Awesome—Devon. Devon knew I was Ellie's only relative he could really count on to be a part of it, you know?" She nodded. "So, and this was really sneaky, he took me on a hiking trip up into the mountains. Just, like, a three-day backpacking thing with tents and all that. And he took me way out into the middle of the wilderness, I swear…" He chuckled, shaking his head. "Like, it was somewhere I never would've found my way back from without him, which is why I say he was so sneaky. And he turned to me while we were looking out into this valley—I can still see the valley in my head—which isn't that big of a deal, I guess, 'cause it was only, like, three months ago that this happened, I'm making it sound like it was years ago."
Sarah giggled and moved her hand to his back, rubbing him in an affectionate and intimate way that she was completely unaware of.
"But anyways, he turned to me and he told me he wanted to ask Ellie to marry him. I think that was probably the most serious and intense that I'd ever seen him, too. Like, you don't know the guy, but he is the nicest, grinniest, most friendly, positive, upbeat dude. Like, you'd be on a sinking boat with the guy and he'd be like…" He pulled his hand away from her waist and flashed a thumbs up. "'Awesome! I wanted to go swimming anyways!'"
Sarah threw her head back with a laugh.
"It's true," he chuckled. "So seeing him that serious when he told me that, I was kind of floored. But then, at the same time, I'd kind of always just taken it for granted that they'd get married at some point. Didn't know when, but I just expected it. He's been like my brother for years."
Sarah felt herself smiling, the quiet of the room settling over her. And she snuggled further into Chuck's warmth.
"That's nice," she said, her eyes shining in sincerity.
"It is. Yeah. It was a good day."
It felt supremely good, hearing about something so normal. All of these years on the job, distancing herself from other people, she'd sometimes catch herself romanticizing about the simple joys in life that she knew existed, but feared she'd never have for herself.
And in spite of knowing she'd never get a proposal like Awesome's proposal to Ellie, in spite of knowing she'd never have the kind of kinship Chuck seemed to have with his future brother-in-law, it made her feel really good knowing that sort of thing existed. Even during the worst days, when she was feeling the most awful, with the darkest of clouds settled over her head, she'd have this reminder. She did what she did for people to continue experiencing those simple joys.
Other people.
It would never be her.
Those words echoed in her mind, and she could feel her smile dimming. She didn't want him to see it, to question it. So instead she sought his touch, the comfort of his tender hands on her body, the intimacy of her name on his lips—or at least, the name he knew.
Maybe she'd never know the simple joys for herself, but she would always have this. She would take this, because it was all she'd get. She would cling to it.
She would cling to him.
And she did, lifting her torso from the mattress and propping herself up with her elbow, her other hand wrapping around the back of his neck and pulling him in for a passionate kiss.
He opened his mouth in invitation and she smirked into the kiss, letting her tongue wander out to meet with his. As they kissed, Chuck's arms slid around her back and he pulled her tightly against his chest, groaning softly.
The weight of him was too much for her arm to support and in such an uncomfortable position, so she moved it to wrap around his shoulders and they both thumped down against the mattress together.
She giggled as he moved his lips down her jaw, his teeth grazing her skin there as he grinned in amusement.
Her hands free now, she slid her fingers into the belt loops of his jeans, giving them a little tug to reveal his boxers-covered backside. She really was getting impatient now. She needed to get lost in him again. She needed the sensations she knew all too well now. Or maybe she could stand to know them a little more.
With that thought in mind, the smirking assassin wrapped her legs around his hips and swung them both to the side, rolling him onto his back so that she was sitting in his lap.
"Pants off. Now," she chirped playfully, and his adorable giggle flooded her chest with warmth, her giddiness threatening to bubble over as she crawled down his body, dragging his jeans and boxers with her, taking them off and throwing them over the end of the bed. She flipped onto her back, arching her hips up to push her panties down her legs and shrug out of her flannel.
She left those wherever they fell and rolled over so that she was lying on top of him. Her breasts were pressed into his thighs as she curled her fingers around his erection and licked from the base of it to the tip, taking a few minutes to pleasure him, pumping, licking, and sucking as he grumbled deep in his chest."Sarah…" He groaned as she rounded him with her lips and sank her head down until he was deep in her mouth. She pulled him out again and looked up at him a little more shyly than she meant to. It was just that he was watching her with such genuine awe on his handsome features.
She climbed to her knees and scooted up his body, swinging her leg over to straddle him and guiding him inside of her. Chuck's hands settled on her thighs and he squeezed as she slowly rocked into his lap, leaning forward to brace her hands on his shoulders.
They continued that way for awhile, taking their time, enjoying. Sarah was determined not to rush, as badly as she wanted that finishing sensation, because she loved the look on Chuck's face as she rolled her hips down against his, pulling him in, her hands caressing his chest.
The rain lessened to a sprinkle outside of their sanctuary and then became a downpour again, but neither of them were aware of it, as lost as they were in each other, in this.
Sarah was drowning in the sensations, her hips grinding slowly, her weight sitting heavily in his lap. She let her head fall back, eyes shut, as she sighed his name.
He managed to surprise her then, sitting up and wrapping his arms around her torso, quickly swinging his weight to the side as she squeaked, ending up on her back with him leaning over her, still deep inside of her.
He chuckled as she flashed him a faux look of shock, and then he started thrusting into her, his thrusts long and hard. He tried to grab her legs to bend them up to her chest, but she escaped his hold and rolled over, pinning him against the mattress again.
She growled teasingly and leant down to kiss him, hungry for his taste, hungry to feel his curls in her fingers, and she ground herself down into his lap, her movements graceful and yet wild all at once.
Chuck pulled out of the kiss and cursed, reaching up to slam his fist against the headboard. His head fell back and he groaned, gently thrusting into her to meet her movements.
She made a frustrated little sound when he sat up again, lifting her with him, kissing her passionately. He didn't stop until she was on her back, this time with her head by the foot of the bed.
And he took advantage of her momentary surprise to tuck his arm under her leg and bend it back so that her knee was up by her chest. He leaned down to press their chests together and started sliding his body up and down over hers, making tight, mind blowing circles with his hips as he thrusted into her.
Sarah just about lost her mind, reaching up to push a hand into her hair and slapping the other onto his bicep. "Yes!" she cried out, whimpering his name, shutting her eyes and just focusing on how good everything felt.
She didn't try to get him on his back again, as fun as their wrestling for control had been. She let him have control, she relished what he did to her when he was in control.
The wild intensity of what he did to her lower half combined with the tender way he caressed her mouth, cheeks, hair with his lips would have made her wonder if she'd somehow died and ended up in Heaven…If she had enough control over her mind, granted. She currently didn't. Chuck had efficiently rid her of the ability she'd had to think clearly before he took her like this.
And he was taking her.
If she'd been lucid, she'd be forced to admit it.
She was being taken. Hook, line, and sinker.
As he made his thrusts even harder, the springs under them aching with his efforts, she opened her eyes in time to see Chuck reach up with the hand that wasn't holding her leg in place and press his palm flat against the headboard for leverage.
The harder he thrust, the louder her cries were, until finally, she felt that tell-tale buzz deep behind her belly button grow into an excruciating ache that was impossible to ignore.
"Almost…!" she gasped, whimpering encouragement at him, grappling for something to hold onto on his body and ending up clutching at the muscles in his back.
A few thrusts later, Sarah came, moaning loudly, covering her face with one hand and digging her nails into his back with the other.
They clung tightly, both of them breathing hard. Sarah buried her face in his neck, squeezing her arms around his shoulders, wrapping her legs around his waist and grinning, her eyes shut.
"Mmmmm," she moaned quietly, pushing a hand into his hair. And she had to bite her lip to keep from making a disappointed sound when he shifted to untangle their bodies, flopping onto his back next to her.
Sarah stayed staring at the ceiling, her arms and legs akimbo, a slow, lazy smile on her face. Now that she wasn't quite so distracted, thousands of things flooded into her brain, begging her to focus on them, but she continued shoving it all away, keeping her mind blissfully blank.
Chuck's hand landed on hers where it lay on the mattress, and then his fingers curled around hers, so warm and calming. She let herself get carried away, wondering if something so small and insignificant, someone holding her hand, had ever made her feel so safe.
She turned away from him then, slipping her hand out from his, that persistent voice in her head telling her she didn't deserve the safety Chuck Bartowski might provide. That was for some other woman, somewhere. Not her.
"You okay?" he asked behind her as she sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed, wrapping herself up in the sheets as the cool air in the room made her shiver.
Sarah blinked and turned to glance at him. "Hm? Oh. Oh, yeah! Yeah, I'm fine. I just didn't realize it was raining so hard." She pushed her hand through her hair and wrapped the sheets tighter around her, staring at the rain slamming against the glass of the bedroom window.
"Neither did I. Guess we were distracted."
She nodded as he crawled across the bed and appeared at her side, shifting his legs around to sit on the edge, his feet resting on the floor. She kept her eyes on the window, feeling her gaze try to settle in his lap magnetically.
Then she heard the click clicking of a cell phone and she looked over to see he'd somehow snagged his and was messing around on it. She waited patiently, watching him, charmed by the wrinkles between his eyebrows as he concentrated, the way his tongue poked between his lips just a little…almost like he was a cartoon character.
"Well, according to Apple weather, the rain isn't going to last much longer, and then clear skies for at least the next 10 days. It was just a few cloud bursts, seems like."
"Ah."
"And yes, yes we are actually talking about weather after sex, so I'm not entirely sure what that means."
Sarah laughed and shook her head, scratching her chin with her hand bundled up in the sheets. "Not sure how to respond to that, honestly."
He chuckled and tossed his phone onto the bed, walking over to the dresser and opening a drawer, pulling out a pair of boxers and stepping into them. She actively avoided dropping her gaze to his erection underneath the cotton boxers, having to turn away completely to do so eventually.
"Want some coffee? I was going to ring for some. Or hot cocoa if you don't want all that caffeine. We can get cream with it. Mmmm. French hot cocoa. Whaddya say?"
She looked back up at his grin and smiled back with a soft giggle that made her shoulders bounce. "That actually sounds perfect."
"Great. Don't, uh, don't go anywhere. I'll be right back."
And then he was gone. She could hear him talking to the person at the front desk, doing his best to get through the French that wasn't entirely necessary, considering how many languages the people at that desk could speak—English was certainly among them.
But she was a little proud of him for trying, still. He was the sort of tourist she felt locals shouldn't dislike. An American who wasn't entitled. Naive, sure. Maybe even a little unknowledgeable about certain things. But he was willing to learn and try.
Taking a deep, slow breath, Sarah climbed to her feet and let the sheets fall back to the bed, stretching so that she felt a couple of pops in her back and shoulders, rolling her head back and forth a little, and going into the bathroom.
She found a robe there and she shrugged it on for warmth, not bothering to pull her hair out of it, and instead wrapping it tightly around her figure and standing at the window to watch the rain.
What if Apple weather was wrong? What if it rained for the next few days? The rest of her time in Nice under a dark cloud and a deluge of frequent cloud bursts. It almost felt symbolic. Perhaps the gods were telling her that what she was doing here was wrong…That her spending her last days with a good man were upsetting the balance in the universe, or something.
Sarah heard Chuck come back into the room. "Oh. You're wearing it." She turned to frown at him in curiosity. "Do you, uh, do you happen to know where the second robe is? It isn't in the other room."
"It wasn't on the hook in the bathroom, either," she said. "Just this one."
"Oh. The hot cocoa is gonna be up here in a minute. I was gonna just throw on a robe to answer the door but I can—I'm gonna put on a T—shhhhiiiiit," he drawled, his eyes widening as Sarah smirked and slowly peeled the robe from her body, letting it fall away into her hand and walking close.
"You can use it," she chirped, getting way too much out of the way he looked at her. His face was flushed, all the way down to his chest. "Just don't bring the waiter in here."
"I'll, uh…ahem…I'll bring the tray in to you. How's that sound?" He plucked the robe from her fingers and shrugged it on just as there was a knock on the door. "Fast service, huh?"
Amused by how quickly he got over his shock and shyness, she giggled as he hurried into the other room, still tying the robe shut. And then she went to the bed and lifted the skirt, finding the other robe in a heap under it. She didn't have to wonder how it got there.
With a smirk, she picked it up and shook it a few times so that it looked good as new. By the time she heard the door shut again and Chuck appeared holding the silver tray of hot cocoa, milk, and cream, Sarah was wearing the second robe.
She bit her lip to keep him from realizing she'd noticed the flash of disappointment in his face when he saw her. Because she was covered again, no doubt. It was adorable how he tried to cover it up with a grin.
"Hot cocoa, French style. The purest milk from the purest happiest cows. And the richest chocolate you've ever had in…your…life," he dramatized, hissing through his teeth as he rushed over to the bed and set it on top. "I will say, be careful getting back on the bed. The chocolate won't taste as good if it's all over the sheets and mattress."
She laughed and walked over to the bed. "We're having hot cocoa in bed, huh?"
"Absolutely we are. I'm trying to seduce you, and how am I going to seduce you if we aren't in bed? That's the first rule to seducing a woman, Sarah, just FYI, in case you need to do this in the future…" She gave him a flat look that earned her a cheeky nose-wrinkling grin. "Get the woman near the bed. It triggers her lustful impulse."
"Oh God," she muttered, rolling her eyes at him. She could tell he was messing with her, but he was on a roll and it didn't seem like he was stopping anytime soon as he crawled onto the mattress.
"Then…you show her a bit of ankle." He lounged back against the pillows like some sort of sexy damsel and slowly pulled at the robe so that it slid up to reveal more of his leg.
A giggle burst out of her and she clamped her fingers down on her lips, crossing her arms and watching him.
"Some shoulder…" He dramatically tossed the robe back enough to reveal his collarbone and shoulder.
It was completely ineffective.
But he was adorably funny, and that, in and of itself, was doing the job.
"Just drink your chocolate, Chuck." She grinned at him as she carefully joined him on the bed.
"But wait! The best part! The finishing touch." He leaned forward and grabbed the dome over a dish she hadn't noticed before, lifting it up to reveal strawberries. "The forbidden fruit. She can't resist. Sweet…tangy…the seeds stuck in her teeth…"
Sarah laughed outright at that, shaking her head and looking at him. "You know, there is no one like you in the whole world." She paused, aware of the fact that her smile dimmed a little, that her face was serious, her eyes soft, her voice incredibly sincere, almost in awe. "Has anyone ever told you that?"
"Yes, but I don't think they meant it as a compliment," he said after a long pause in which they looked one another in the eye.
She burst into laughter again as he watched with a pleased smile.
"No, seriously," he amended after a long moment, "Thank you. I appreciate that. Pretty sure you're one of a kind yourself, Sarah." He reached up to lazily pull at the lapel of her robe, dropping his hand back to the mattress again with a floof.
Sarah couldn't stop herself as she diverted her gaze, her lips turning down at the edges. "No. I'm not. Plenty of people out there just like me," she murmured. Robotic pawns of the government. Secret identity after secret identity. Following orders, coming back to base, getting more orders. Enforcers. She was even sure every country had people like her at their disposal. She'd gone toe to toe with a few during her career as a CIA assassin. And luckily she'd come out on top every time. Otherwise she wouldn't be here now.
She forced the voice that popped up saying 'You don't deserve to be here now' out of her mind, and instead she shyly pushed a few strands of hair back behind her ear, leaning forward to start fixing her drink. She poured the thick, dark chocolate into the small cup of hot milk and grabbed the long spoon to slowly stir it in.
Chuck sat up and followed suit, but she could feel him thinking of a response. "Well, what if I disagree?" he finally said.
She wasn't sure how to answer. He continued.
"I mean, maybe they're out there somewhere…All I'm saying is I've never met them. And I've met a lot of people."
The jerk voice in her head reminded her that he probably had met someone like her, and he just didn't realize it at the time, just like he had no idea what kind of a person he was currently sharing a bed and hot cocoa with.
Sarah stirred her chocolate a bit faster and smiled at him, hoping it looked sincere.
He seemed satisfied with it and brought his cup to his lips, hissing and grunting, pulling it away with a wince. "Ow."
She giggled. "You okay?"
"Yeah. S'hot though, so…be careful." He blushed and she wanted to kiss him. But she didn't. Instead she let the creamy drink touch her lips just barely so that she could lick the taste off of them.
"Mmmmmm," she hummed. "That is yummy."
"Good idea?"
"Perfect idea."
"I have my moments."
Sarah looked over at him and smiled. "Yeah. You do."
They sat like that for an hour or so, refilling their cups with milk and pouring more chocolate in, until they were both satisfied, lying back against the pillows.
Eventually, Sarah wondered if she should see what time it was, if she should look at the clock, if she should go…
And then the woman in her, the one who'd watched Chuck playfully tease-seduce her an hour earlier, blocked that idea completely. She sat up again and climbed to her knees, grabbing the tray and leaning over the side of the bed to set it on the floor, out of the way.
Then she straightened up and turned towards him, towering over him as he laid back against the pillows beneath her. "First rule to seducing a man, Chuck, FYI," she added, lifting an eyebrow, "In case you need to do this sometime in the future." He chuckled, shaking his head. "Be a female…place yourself strategically somewhere in his general area…" She paused dramatically. "That's it," she said with a shrug. "It's that easy."
Chuck burst into laughter. "Oh come on! That's a low blow." He shook his head in faux-disappointment. "Wowwww, Sarah. That's how you feel about me? Good luck seducing this…" He searched for a word for a second. "…Stud-muffin." She laughed. "Because I'm not havin' it. You blew it."
"I mean…" She dragged her eyes meaningfully down to focus on his lap. "Not yet. But if that's what you want…" She let her words sink in as his eyes slowly widened at her brazen come on.
Chuck gulped loudly and she bit her lip to keep from smirking at him.
She sent him a bit of a pout instead and then swung her leg over to straddle him, scooting up and leaning forward, not a single part of them touching as she moved her lips close to his ear. "What if I told you I'd do whatever you wanted me to? Would that change your mind?"
She heard him gulp again.
"And when I say that I mean…anything." She emphasized it by biting his earlobe gently.
Sarah thought she heard a soft growl, deep and low, but she couldn't be sure. She did feel his chest bump hers as he heaved in a deep breath. And then his hands tucked up under the hem of her robe and clutched her thighs tightly.
She lowered her weight into his lap, feeling the thick cotton of his robe and the thin cotton of his boxers against her sex as she ground herself against him. He definitely growled this time, and she watched as his eyes flashed in lust, his jaw clenched.
He looked a little intense, almost crazed, for a moment, before he pulled the sash of the robe and shoved the garment off of her, tossing it towards the end of the bed and leaning in to pull her breast between his lips. Her voice came out in a high pitched, quick yelp, her intake of breath shaky, as she felt his teeth graze against her nipple.
Sarah helped Chuck push the robe he wore off of his shoulders, and then he had her crawl out of his lap so that he could push his boxers past his erection, kicking them off a little desperately before he dove at her, kissing her with wild abandon, his hands dragging over her nakedness.
She slid her own hands down to cup his backside, squeezing, pulling him closer, and he groaned.
Sarah gasped, pulling out of the kiss as his hand rounded to her front and tucked between her legs, his fingers sliding over her opening, rubbing her wetness slowly…excruciatingly slowly.
"Ahhh," she whimpered. "Chuck, yes…"
He leaned his forehead against hers and she stared at his face, so close she could taste his breath, noses nuzzling. He just kept rubbing her.
Then his brown eyes swirling with amber and purple—like damn sorcery, she swore—snapped open, and she feared for a hot second that he could see deep into her soul.
There was a question there. Like a 'Can I…?' And while she wasn't sure what exactly he was asking about, she gave him a quick nod, curious, excited, overwhelmed by her need for him.
She was surprised when he pulled her hand out from between her legs, grabbed her by her hips, and turned her over. Then he gently tugged her up. She automatically crawled up to her knees so that she was on all fours.
Sarah realized what was happening a moment later, and just as she felt raw, unbridled lust take over every last bit of her existence, she felt Chuck push into her from behind.
She couldn't bite back the lustful giggle, so breathless, surprised by his boldness, her surprise second only to overpowering need.
As he thrusted deep inside of her, his strong hands pulling her hips back into him, fingers digging into her skin, she cried out and reached up to smack her hand against the headboard, holding on like her life depended on it as he made his strokes long and hard.
Sarah found it was impossible to keep quiet, especially when he leaned down to lay his torso against her back, his arms wrapping around her lower stomach and tugging her against him. She felt his hot breath against her jaw as he whimpered her name.
Then he reached up and dropped one hand on hers on the headboard, holding on tight enough that she thought her hand might cramp up. But she didn't stop him. She dropped all defenses, spreading her legs a bit more on the mattress and rocking back into him.
He varied between lying against her back to wildly swing against her and kneeling with his torso vertical above hers, tugging her back into his thrusts.
She'd needed this. While there was still intimacy in this because she found sex wasn't possible with this man without it, this was wild, almost animalistic, a primal need to satisfy their lust. And she'd needed it so bad.
She didn't have to dwell on the deeper feelings, on the softness in his gaze as they joined, or the awe in his face as he looked up at her when she rode him. There were no gently breathed words of encouragement from his lips. No "You're perfect" or "you're amazing".
Just the explosive sensation of him inside of her, the fire that came from each spot where his fingers dug into her hips, his whimpers and groans.
It must have been a few minutes in when she felt herself shake with orgasm, her voice high pitched as she whimpered his name. He slowed his thrusts down, draping himself over her, hugging her so tightly, his hand snaking up to cover her breast and knead it.
Each gasp of air was tinged with a lusty moan.
And she gasped his name again when he straightened up, this time pulling her with him so that she was kneeling upright in front of him, their bodies still molded together, his cock still deep inside of her.
His mouth closed over her shoulder as he began to thrust hard into her again, each of his movements burying him so deep, pushing him against that special spot that sent her eyes rolling.
She cried out as she felt his teeth gently bite down on her fleshy skin at the crook of her neck, reaching back to tangle her fingers in his hair, tugging it with a ragged whimper as she heard him grunt with a wince.
This time when she came, she felt his hot seed as well, adding to the indescribable pleasure that coursed through her.
It took awhile for them to fall back onto the bed, with Sarah somehow ending up half draped over Chuck's back, her fingers drawing lazy patterns against his spine.
"One Hail Mary and two Our Father's," Chuck groaned, his voice muffled.
She giggled and pushed herself up from him with a moan of satisfaction, turning over to sit up and letting out a phew. The unbridled sexuality of it all had invigorated her, made her feel alive. And for once, she didn't feel all that guilty about it. He'd instigated it, first of all. And secondly, that was the least intimate, most explosive, wild, frenzied, and utterly raw half hour or so of sex she'd ever had. She felt really good about it. And that damn pessimistic voice had been thoroughly muffled.
Without the heavy anvil of guilt in her gut she found she had after they had their usual intimate experiences, which were no less amazing, she had to add, but that damn debilitating guilt… Sarah climbed up from the bed and stretched again.
Chuck was silent as she went around finding her clothes strewn about. The amount of times she'd had to do this now in the last 7 days…She didn't care to count, for fear the guilt at her own lusty greed might crash down upon her again.
And as she slid her jeans up her legs and fastened them, she finally looked over to Chuck to see him pulling his boxers on as well.
"Are…Uh, are you walking me to the door?" she asked, biting her lip.
A thoughtful look came over his face as he glanced down at his feet for a second, and then it was gone as he met her gaze and smiled. "If you want me to. Absolutely."
"I do," she said quietly.
Chuck nodded and they walked out of the bedroom, through the rest of the suite to the door.
As Sarah reached for the door handle, though, Chuck's hand closed over hers, preventing her, and he was so close, his body heat enveloping her so comfortably on such a dreary and cold night.
"Can you stay?" he asked, his voice so quiet and so close.
Sarah swallowed thickly and looked up at him. "Stay? D-Do you mean…here? Sleep here?"
"Yeah. With me."
She couldn't. She shouldn't. They really really really shouldn't. This was a terrible idea. She wasn't doing this. She had to find a way to get out of it, to get back to her room, without hurting him. How could she do this without hurting him?
The amount of problems that could arise from this…
And they'd just finished having wild, hot sex that wasn't dripping with intimacy, and she'd felt so good about it, without the gut-wrenching guilt of knowing she was leaving soon.
And that was it, wasn't it? She was leaving soon. This couldn't happen. It would make things so much harder. She would feel so much worse. He would feel so much worse, and that would just make everything…worse.
"Okay."
Shit.
Oh, honey...
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