The Trapped Assassin
By SarahsSupplyCloset
Author's Note: Hello, readers. I wanted to just quickly drop a note for everyone to see. I received a few messages that were unkind in expressing frustration that some of the sexual situations I write are unexpectedly graphic. My intention isn't to offend readers, but that is why I've made the rating the way it is, and it is also why I put a warning in the first chapter's author's note. This story has some plot. But it is also about two people meeting and connecting both emotionally and very physically. Perhaps I've missed the mark in keeping it tasteful and apologies if I have. But I also feel the need to underscore that if you do not want to read erotic situations between Chuck and Sarah, you can simply stop reading The Trapped Assassin. Please, please do not threaten me. My story is harming no one. And your messages have the potential to harm me. That's not okay. There are enough really good writers putting out Charah stories without sex, without the M rating, for you to find something else to enjoy rather than tearing my work down because you find it inappropriate. I want to stay here and post here.
All of that being said, there is a lot of sex in this chapter. Thanks for reading!
Disclaimer: I don't own CHUCK. I don't make money writing CHUCK fan fiction.
Ellie had won out in the end, and Sarah smirked as she saw her phone lighting up an hour later, sitting on the chaise in her suite, already dressed for bed.
She had the film roll she'd taken out of the camera in her hand, turning it over between her fingers and nibbling on her bottom lip thoughtfully. But then his name popped up on the phone and she hurried to answer.
"Hello, there," she said.
"Hi, stranger!" The warmth fully came back at the sound of his voice. And so did the words he'd said about her when he hadn't known she'd been listening. It was such an invasion of his privacy. Those weren't things he meant for her to hear. But she'd still heard them. Nerves spilled through her even as she felt her heart thudding in her chest. "Not that you're really…a stranger. I mean 'cause I saw you this morning. I was just making a joke, you know? It's not like we need to see each other every second of the day or anything." He let out a nervous chuckle and she grinned. Ellie was right. He did spiral.
But apparently that meant he really liked her.
A scary and also welcome prospect, wasn't it?
"Are, um, you okay?" she asked.
"Yeah! Yes. Of course. I, uh, I'm just…I'm at this crepe place and I was thinking of bringing back a few dessert crepes, and, um, maybe we can eat crepes and then enjoy the hot tub after."
Sarah twisted her lips to the side and glanced outside into the dark moonless night. "Only after we let our crepes digest for a few minutes. Don't want cramps."
He laughed and her mouth widened into a grin. "Cramps from crepes. Not how I wanna go. What kind of crepe do you want?"
"Anything that includes chocolate."
"Fruit?"
"Sure. Whatever. As long as there's chocolate, it could have a strip of rubber in it," she said with a snort.
He laughed again. "All right. Wanna meet me at my suite in about thirty minutes? That should be enough time."
She confirmed and they hung up. Sarah took her time, then, changing into a bikini, slipping some loose exercise capris on and a sweatshirt. She'd already taken her makeup off for the night, so she was meticulous about reapplying it, only using a little, before painstakingly braiding her hair and rolling it back into a pretty bun behind her head.
Maybe she'd gone a little overboard for just crepes and a hot tub, but after what she'd heard him say about her, she felt like going a little overboard. She had a case to make, damn it. Then again, she had no idea what that case was.
There was a thread of nerves running through her, too. Because she'd heard things while she was hiding underneath that bed that had sounded and felt more serious than she was prepared for.
She felt out of her element suddenly and she tugged a bit at her bikini top, straightening it when it didn't really need to be straightened. Had she gone into this whole thing with expectations that it would be more than a few rolls in the hay? She didn't know. Had he gone into it with more expectations? Or were they both just floating around trying to get their footing, but lost at how easily and quickly a real bond had formed?
Probably the last one.
Ugh.
She just wanted to enjoy it. And now he'd said those things about her, and his sister had asked those questions. This wasn't just about enjoyment now. She had to think about everything she said and did around him.
Well, no. She didn't. But she was human. So she would.
Sarah left her room to head to Chuck's, focusing on the sound of her flip flops slapping against her heels to keep from spiraling the way Chuck had been in Ellie's bedroom earlier.
She had to remind herself that she was a trained spy. Chuck didn't need to know that she'd been listening to a conversation in which he'd basically admitted to having serious feelings for her to his sister. He didn't need to know she'd been hiding under his sister's bed, mere inches away from where he sat.
She could be cool.
She would be cool.
And she would eat dessert crepes and sit in a hot tub.
How hard was that?
She knocked on Chuck's door and smoothed a hand down her sweatshirt, patting her hair, clearing her throat. She was absolutely ready to see him again after all of the things she'd heard.
Chuck whipped the door open with a grin…
I'd have something genuinely wrong with me if I didn't really, really, really like her.
Three reallys. God, why'd that pop into her head? She felt a little dizzy, looking at him, that big smile that made his eyes all bright, his nose wrinkling.
"Hey. Perfect timing. I literally just got here." Something changed in his face then and he frowned, looking unsure. "Are…you okay? Something wrong?"
Sarah blinked. And then she shook herself. "Oh. No! No, no. Nothing's wrong. I just…wasn't sure if you'd be back or not. I left my suite a little earlier than I'd meant to."
"Ah. Yeah, I power-walked like a boss," he said, opening the door wider for her and letting her in.
He'd seen quite clearly on her face that something had affected her, that something wasn't exactly right with her. He couldn't know what it was. But he'd still seen it. Was she losing her spy skills? Or was it just him? She was in a lot of trouble either way.
She shoved it out of her mind and just turned to face away from him.
She was forced to stop short before she could step fully into the main room, though, because Chuck had shifted the small table more into the center of the room. And he'd set up their crepes in the little containers he'd bought them in on opposite sides of the table, and in the center of it sat a bottle of champagne in a fancy silver bucket of ice, two champagne flutes flanking it.
"I was going to try to find candles to make it extra romantique," he said, putting extra emphasis on the French pronunciation, "but I figured I didn't have time. And anyway, that's…probably a bit much. I dunno, they probably don't even let you light candles in this place. Afraid of fires or something."
"Makes sense," she said, nodding. Why did he make something as chill as eating crepes together into a romantic thing? It was set up like a special date, as if he had something to talk with her about, something to tell her maybe…
And it was setting alarm bells off in her head.
I'd have something genuinely wrong with me if I didn't really, really, really like her.
Really, really, really…
Really, really, really…
Really, really, really…
Really, really, really…
"Want your crepe? Champagne?"
"Um." That seemed all she was really capable of. At least as she turned and looked at him, she saw he was just wearing swim trunks and a plain white T-shirt. "Sure! Yeah. Crepes and champagne."
He chuckled, furrowing his brow a little and led her to the table. "I moved this a little bit away from the walls because I've probably watched too many of those home designing shows and felt like it could be more of, you know, the centerpiece to the room. Brings your focus to it more. And-And that's where I want our focus, I guess. On the table. Actually, er, on us, not…not the piece of furniture." He huffed and shook his head. "I'm an idiot, ignore me, please."
She just sent him a half-smile and sat down on the chair he pulled out for her, before he headed around to sit in his own seat.
He grabbed the champagne out of the ice and let it drip into the bucket a little, before he moved it out to the side and worked on popping the cork. "Did you know that I bartended a few times for big Hollywood type parties? I'm a pro at th—" The cork popped and the bubbles spilled out and down the glass of the bottle, flooding onto his lap.
And the doofus just sat there, letting it continue to happen as she jumped into action and grabbed it, sticking it back in the bucket and holding it there until it finished bubbling over.
Sarah cracked up as he stayed still, looking down at his lap, both of his hands out to the side, champagne dripping off of his fingers and onto the floor. "I'm glad this is your suite and not mine," she laughed.
"Great. Yes. Thanks."
She kept laughing, and then she finally pulled the bottle back out of the ice and wiped it with the cloth, setting it on the table. "Why don't I get you something to clean yourself off with?"
"Uh. You-You don't have to—I mean, I can—Okay."
She just sent him a look that made him sit back down, snorting and going into the bathroom to grab a cloth and wet it, before bringing it back and handing it to him.
"Thank you," he said, obviously embarrassed. "Honestly, this isn't even the first time I've done something stupid with alcohol since we started—I mean, since I met you. That's been, like, what, a week-ish? Jesus."
She giggled. "In your defense, the first time you spilled gin on me. This time you spilled on yourself, so it's perfectly fine."
"Oh great, thanks," he drawled sarcastically, smiling up at her anyway.
Sarah poured the champagne as he stood and swiped at his lap, shaking his head, tugging at his wet shirt. "I mean, honestly, you might as well just take that off," she said, surprised there wasn't a literal halo over her head as she said it.
"The shirt?" he asked, none the wiser, still not looking at her as she held both flutes in her hands. "Yeah, maybe."
"Oh, no. All of it."
He looked up at her with wide eyes, and the shock melted to amusement. Snorting, he shook his head and reached out to take the flute of champagne. "You're an enabler for my ego."
"Good," she quipped. "I like it when you're confident."
"Wow, okay, simmer down there. Take me to dinner first."
Sarah gestured grandly to the crepes. Sure, they were dessert crepes and it was almost nine in the evening, but same difference.
Chuckling, he thrust his flute out between them and met her eyes. She looked down at the glass, then back up at him. There was suddenly a seriousness to the look on his face. What was he doing? He licked his lips a little, taking a deep breath. What was he doing?
Really, really, really…
"To vacations for one," he said then, a quiet, warm look on his face. She wondered if he could tell she nearly lost her mind in that split second.
Sarah heard laughter bubble up happily from deep down in her chest, and she let it out, beaming at him as she clinked her flute of champagne against his. "To vacations for one."
"And having champagne all over your damn clothes."
She laughed harder, sipping her champagne and humming at how good it felt going down. "Well, let's start on these crepes then and we can get in the hot tub. That'll wash it right out."
He set his glass down and clapped his hands together. "Genius!"
As they sat and began eating, Sarah felt the nerves start to dissipate. What had she really expected him to do or say? And why was she letting her lack of normal-person experience make her into a crazy person? She inwardly paused. Oh. Because she wasn't a normal person.
But was Chuck a normal person? She had to think he wasn't, either, but in a completely different way. He wasn't a trained assassin who lived in the shadows practically his entire adult life. But she'd never met anyone like him before. And she'd had to meet quite a few people in her line of business. Maybe her involvement with the CIA had made it so that she was only exposed to a certain calibre of people. An endless parade of killers, drug smugglers, human traffickers, con artists, terrorists… There were the people uninvolved in all of that, those few people she met along the way, who worked in stores or went to bars she'd find herself at. She'd slept with at least one normal guy that one time after a night of dancing with him at a bar. He was full of himself, and not even slightly similar to Chuck, except that he also hadn't been a spy. But he'd been pretty okay at sex. She didn't even really remember the guy's name. Had it started with a P, maybe? It didn't matter. It was years ago and the point was that not even the "normal" people she'd met were like Chuck Bartowski.
He was so different, so hard to pin down, and yet so comfortable to be around. He set everything in her at ease.
Hadn't her sister told him to take a deep breath with this whole thing? That was what she needed to do, too. And hey, that was easy for her. It was easy for her to shuck responsibility and just enjoy without letting herself feel weighed down. She could do that.
And she realized belatedly she was letting herself drown way too deep inside her own thoughts. So she lifted her head, her crepe almost gone, and smiled at him.
"Hey," she started, deciding conversation was the best way to get her feet back on the ground. "Tell me more about this award you're nominated for."
His smile was tentative as he picked up his champagne and sipped it. "Really?"
"Yeah. I didn't even know this existed. Awards for video games." She shrugged. "It's cool. I love it. Tell me about it."
"Ah… Okay." He chuckled, and she could see excitement mounting in him again, bubbling over as he started to tell her all about the Joystick Awards.
It was a half hour later when he got the tub going, and she felt a bit of envy as she watched him testing the jets by sticking his arm inside of it. His suite was way fancier than hers, stupid CIA. She didn't get a tub with jets in her own suite. It was a regular tub. And a regular shower.
"What?" he asked, looking up at her as he pulled his arm out. "Do you not want the jets on? Or…"
"No, no," she assured him, hand stretched towards him. "No, I was just thinking that my suite doesn't have a hot tub with jets and I'm maybe a little jealous about it." She popped her hip flirtatiously.
He chuckled, and then blushed for some reason. "Sorry. I guess I kind of, um, splurged a lot, huh? A month long trip to Nice in a suite that has a hot tub?"
"Are you embarrassed that you're rich?" she asked, giving him a look.
"Sometimes. I'm not used to having this kind of money. It's still weird to me. And it's especially weird…uh…spending it."
"Hm…" She undressed down to her bikini and felt the water. God, it was perfectly hot, not enough to feel scalding but not merely warm either. She pulled her hair up in a clip and stepped inside carefully, just standing there and staring at him as he turned off the water. "Well, you don't have to be embarrassed with me. My line of work has meant meeting a lot of guys with money, Chuck. A lot of people with money."
"I'm sure. Foreign dignitaries and ambassadors and stuff, huh?"
"Uh, yeah." She shrugged. That wasn't entirely false, was it? "You're definitely a lot more modest than they were, but there's no reason to be embarrassed about being successful. You've earned what you have. You made a really good game that a lot of people like playing."
He climbed in and sank down, groaning as he pressed his back into a jet. She giggled and sank lower as well, sitting on the seat and letting a jet beat into the spot between her shoulders. She found herself groaning too.
And then his voice broke through the comfortable the quiet.
"Well, honestly, one successful game does not a rich man make. SOLO pumps out games, software, we patented a hardcore antivirus program that even works for Macs. People think those things are immune to viruses and they're not. It's a whole slew of successes that brought me here—and oh God, I heard how that sounded and it was gross." He chuckled self-deprecatingly.
"Chuck, you're allowed to talk about your success without feeling bad about it! It's impressive. It's not like you inherited riches and managed to keep from squandering it and now you want a blue ribbon." She'd met those types too. She'd killed at least two of them. She swallowed hard and willed that thought away. "You worked for this. You built your company and hired the right people and you've made a success of it."
"There's still more I wanna do."
"Yeah, of course. But what you've done so far is pretty freakin' impressive. I'm hard-pressed to think of anyone else I've met in my life who's impressed me more."
Chuck raised his eyebrows. "Than me?"
"Mmmhm," she hummed. "In…a lot of different ways." And she purposely let her eyes drift down his body, even though the bubbles made it impossible to see lower than where the water line saw at his lower chest.
"Wow, just going straight for my ego, aren't you?"
"Maybe I like seeing you blush."
"Well, damn you for that."
Sarah cracked up, and then she shifted along the seat that wrapped around the wall of the round hot tub until she was at the jet next to his. She lifted her arm out of the water and propped it on the edge of the tub, leaning her chin on her bicep and giving him a slow, lazy smile. "You wanna take that back?" she asked, pouting teasingly. She slid in even closer, leaving her jet behind, and slowly slid her hand over his abdomen, letting her fingers drift in and out of the valleys and peaks of his muscle there.
"Yes. Immediately."
She giggled at how quickly he answered, shaking her head at the wink he sent her, and then she felt his arm slide around her torso. He shifted so that he was facing her better, lifting his dripping hand out of the water and gently stroking the backs of his fingers along her jawline. She didn't understand how that smallest of gestures turned her on as suddenly and intensely as it did, but she managed to hide it from her features.
"Listen, I don't know how much longer you're in Nice, Sarah…" Chills went through her in spite of being surrounded by hot bubbling water. Where was he going with this? Why was he bringing it up? "…But you're welcome to come and use my hot tub anytime you want to in the meantime."
Oh.
God, why was she freaking out? She wished she hadn't stolen that camera, or…well, she was glad she had the camera. She was just upset she'd gotten trapped under that bed, listening to that conversation. It had really set things off-kilter, hadn't it? It shifted things. It made her…feel…nervous, maybe? She didn't know. She wished she hadn't heard it. She was on pins and needles wondering how he felt, if he might suddenly admit how he felt, how she'd take it. She wasn't sure how she even felt. What would she say?
She leaned in suddenly and kissed him.
Hard.
It was wrong to keep doing this when she needed her brain to shut up. At least, part of her felt that it was wrong. But the other part told her that they both reaped the benefits from it, didn't they? So she might as well just go with it. Enjoy it.
And she was enjoying it. Both of his arms surrounded her body now and he pulled her against his chest. Sarah hummed, lifting both of her arms out of the water and wrapping them around his neck.
Chuck gave her a tug and she swung her leg over to straddle his lap, towering over him, hunching a little to keep kissing him.
When they broke apart for air, he kissed her jaw and she felt his teeth graze her skin as he grinned. "You're really excited about getting to use my hot tub, huh?"
She snorted, then pulled back and gave him a faux serious look. "Mhm. I have a thing about hot tubs."
"Do they get you hot? Ahhhh ha ha ha." He gave her a cartoonish, open mouthed grin, apparently proud of himself for that one.
"Well, not after that they don't." She rolled her eyes and pretended to climb off him, squealing and laughing as he grabbed her to keep her in his lap. They laughed together, play wrestling, and then he leaned in to start kissing her neck, down to her shoulder, and back up again.
And she still when she felt him take the thin tie of her bikini top between his teeth and gently snap it against her skin. She felt a tightness between her thighs suddenly.
Chuck quietly slipped his fingers to her hip, then tucked them under the waistband of her bikini bottoms, grinding the pads of his fingers against her hipbone. Her breath caught when he rounded her back with his arm and turned quickly so that she was sitting on the seat and he hovered over her.
She gave him a look that said, "What are you doing?" but he just smiled, mischief in his eyes, and he tucked both fingers in her waistband before tugging the garment down her legs, pulling back to take them all the way off and holding them up out of the water for them both to see. "Chuck…?" she asked, her whole body buzzing.
He gave her a slow smirk, set her bikini bottoms on the edge of the hot tub, and moved in to kiss her on the lips again. He was so good at making out, good enough that for at least a minute, she forgot that he'd just taken her bottoms off, that she was totally naked from her stomach down. She cupped his face and let him play with her tongue, smirking to herself as she bit his lip and pulled at it, letting it snap back against his teeth teasingly.
And then he kissed her neck, down her collarbone, his fingers teasing her sides, her stomach, tucking under her to rub the small of her back.
When she felt his breath fan the damp hair at her ear, she shivered. And then…
"I might be able to fix this. Maybe," he breathed, his fingers still drifting lower, dipping into her bellybutton so that she licked her lips and sucked in a deep breath through her nose.
"What?" she asked, her mind in a haze. "Fix what?" She just wanted him to keep kissing her, touching her…
Chuck blinked. "You said my bad joke took away the heat…" He looked her right in her eyes. "I'm gonna do what I can to bring it back for you." He kissed down her jaw, under her chin, down her throat, her shoulders, her collar bone, and all the way down to where the water began at the swell of her breast.
Yes, please, she thought to herself, deciding he was easily the sexiest and simultaneously the cheesiest man she'd ever met, and she was so confused by how much both of those things somehow went so well together with this guy.
But then she felt his fingers drift down even lower, his fingers slipping between her legs and rubbing her gently. She whimpered, biting her lip, and she reached up to grab onto his biceps, taking a deep breath. "Chuck…? What…?"
"Don't worry," he mumbled, kissing the corner of her mouth. Oh, she was not worried. "I was one of the best on the high school swim team."
Sarah pulled back a little and gave him a confused look. "Best at what?" she asked, wondering how that had anything to do with this moment.
"Holding my breath."
And then he disappeared under the bubbles and she felt his mouth against her stomach. It all made sense suddenly, and she realized with an excited grin up at the ceiling that she'd just played right into his hands.
This would normally freak her out, that she'd let herself be played like a fiddle, but she knew with everything in her that she could let him have this win over her and he wasn't a threat. She could just let herself melt against the cushioned edge of the tub and focus on how much lower his lips were drifting against her skin.
But then he emerged from the water, pushing his curls back, taking a deep breath, then another, and another, prepping himself she could tell.
"I thought you said you're good at holding your breath," she teased, smirking.
He looked amused. "I am. I just want to make sure I get the right prep before I really get started."
She bit her lip and grinned as he took one more preparatory breath, before he dove under again, and just like that, he had the backs of her legs propped on his shoulders and she felt him really go down on her.
Probably because he only had a limited amount of air supply in those lungs he'd been boasting about, he didn't bother with the teasing. He stayed under for a while, and the only thing that let her know he hadn't drowned down there was that he was still eating her out just as voraciously as he started, his mouth and tongue on her, his thumb making quick circles over her clitoris.
It had to be close to a minute before he pushed her legs off of his shoulders and he burst up from the water with a gasped breath. He was panting, taking in air, and all she could do was stare at him in a daze, her legs quivering underwater, an incredible feeling of tight pleasure between her thighs.
He disappeared again, and she found that whatever it was that he was doing down there with his mouth, he was doing it with fierce precision. To the point where it didn't take long before she climaxed, throwing her head back and crying out, plunging her hand underwater, finding his head, and tangling her fingers in his wet, silky curls.
This time when he came up for air, she let her eyes slip shut, just smiling in utter satisfaction as he slid in close, his chest heaving as he replenished his lungs with sweet oxygen again.
He dotted kisses up her neck and then propped his chin on her shoulder. "Hot now?"
Her gusty chuckle was full of satisfaction and utter lust. "Good work there, hotshot," she practically panted, her body still alive with fire.
That made him laugh, and then he reached over the edge of the tub and turned off the jets.
"Are we done in here?" she asked.
"Yes. Only because there are warnings about staying in hot tubs for longer than twenty minutes."
She giggled and nodded, shoving him off of her teasingly so that his jaw dropped open in faux offense.
"Wow, okay."
Sarah giggled harder as she grabbed her bikini bottoms from where Chuck stuck them, and gave him a meaningful, heated look as she pulled them back on underwater and carefully slid them back up her legs and in place again.
He just watched her for a moment, a quiet, warm look on his face, and then he smiled and got out. "Shit!" he gasped. "Oh my God! Cold! Air is cold." He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his body, dripping all over the floor, shivering. "Okay, here…" He grabbed a second towel and came back to thrust it out at her. "Be quick—but careful—about it, because seriously, I was not expecting it to feel so cold out here. Oh my God."
She snorted and climbed out. …Only to find that he was right, oh God. She snagged the towel even as she carefully swung her feet onto the mat, wrapping it around her body quickly. "You weren't kidding," she said through chattering teeth.
She dried off quickly, knowing that standing there wet wouldn't help anything, and then she peeked over to find that he was still standing there with his towel held tight around his body, his eyes on her, just shivering like…well, like a little boy.
"Chuck. Didn't anybody ever teach you while you were doing all that high school swimming that just standing there without drying yourself is gonna make you way colder than if you get the water off of you?"
He shook himself a little. "Oh. Right. Good point."
She realized a little belatedly that he hadn't budged because he'd been staring at her. Or, more accurately, he'd been checking her out. It didn't bother her in the slightest. In fact, she found the buzzing in her lower half just increased.
And as he pulled the towel away from his shoulders to actually start drying off, she subtly lowered her eyes to his crotch where she saw a definite erection under his swim trunks.
Sarah swallowed thickly and wandered away from him intelligently, still scrubbing at her upper back with the towel to make sure she was fully dry. She stopped at the bathroom mirror and reached back to squeeze as much water out of the ties of her bikini with the towel as she could so that it didn't drip everywhere.
But she found Chuck slowly followed after her, stepping up close and leaning in to kiss her neck again. He took the towel from her hands and got to squeezing the water out of the ties of her suit for her.
"Thank you," she said, and he merely smiled, she saw as she watched him in the mirror, still bent to his task.
He kissed her right between her shoulder blades, and then the crook of her neck, then the nape of her neck, the crook of her neck on the other side…and as he slowly settled his lips against the top of her shoulder, she felt his fingers tug on the tie that kept her bikini top on over her breasts.
"Uh…what are you doing back there?" she asked, her voice low.
As the knot slipped, she felt the cups of the top loosen, exposing her breasts to the cool air of the bathroom. She shivered, but then he reached around her and covered them with his large, warm hands, making her whimper quietly. She stifled a moan, her eyelids fluttering at how good it felt.
"For some reason, I can't seem to get enough of you right now," he said in a deep voice, still pressing warm, open-mouthed kisses to her neck, her jaw, that delicious spot just behind her ear. Then he stopped, and his hands stilled. "…Is that okay?"
His question was sincere. And he met her eyes in the mirror, his eyebrows raised in question, even as he looked at her through his eyelashes, lips oh so close to her shoulder.
Shyness burst through her. No one had ever told her they wanted her with such honest clarity, sincerity, in it like this. Sure, she'd heard "I want you, baby" more than once . And it'd been fine. But between his words and the way he'd stopped and asked if it was okay…
She felt a little weak.
And filled with adrenaline.
Both at the same time.
"Mhm," she mumbled quietly, nodding a little.
He sent her a small, crooked smile, and with the way his curls stuck up everywhere, damp and inviting, she found she understood his words in full force, because she felt them for him.
She wasn't sure if the sudden ravenous sensation that spilled through her as she looked at him could possibly be fulfilled, no matter what she did to him. But she was going to try anyway.
Pushing the rest of the day's events, including the conversation she wasn't supposed to hear, out of her mind, she met his eyes and bit her lip, before she purposely arched her backside against his erection.
He squeezed again, than began to massage her breasts so that her head just fell back to his shoulder and she stared at the ceiling. He gave her a quick little tug so that she was pressed flush against him and she squeaked in surprise, giggling at the gesture.
She could feel him at the small of her back, pronounced and hard under his swim trunks.
She ground herself back against him and felt his chest heave. She picked her head up and watched the pleasure make its way across his face as she began to earnestly rub her backside against him, over and over.
And when he groaned her name—her real name now—in her ear, something in her snapped.
She hooked her fingers in her bottoms and yanked them down to fall to her ankles, stepping out of them, and then she stepped forward, out of his grip, to tear her top off, tossing that away from her.
And she spun to face him as he gaped a little in surprise at how quickly she'd done all of that. Before he dove in headfirst.
They kissed hard, passionately, and he grabbed her, his hands dragging all over her naked body. Before she felt the cool marble against her ass. Chuck lifted her up to sit on the very edge of the sink counter before he reached down between them and grappled with the front of his trunks.
He had barely gotten them down to his ankles before he was inside of her.
Sarah gasped his name and grabbed onto his shoulders, her fingers digging in as he began thrusting, long, deep thrusts.
She clenched her jaw and slapped her hand down against the spout of the sink… it was the first sturdy thing she could find without looking back. She rolled her hips to meet him, wrapping her legs around him and crossing her ankles together.
Chuck whimpered against her shoulder, grabbing her thigh and squeezing, his other hand digging in at the small of her back, pulling her into his hard thrusts.
Sarah tangled her other hand in his hair and pulled, earning a loud groan as he turned his face into her neck and increased his efforts. "Yes!" she yelped, drowning in him. "Oh yes, baby! Harder!"
He listened, and flipped her whole existence onto its head.
Maybe it was the position, or the sound of his voice dripping with lust and desperation… Maybe it was how quickly they'd gone from 0 to 12, forget 10… Maybe it was just how different and kinky this felt.
But she came not even a minute into it, her whole body shivering and quaking wrapped around his. She hugged him with both arms and breathed raggedly into his hair as he rocked into her, letting her relish every last bit of pleasure her orgasm had to offer.
She curled her toes and let out a long, moaning breath, before going limp in his arms. "Oh my God…" she breathed, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. And she clung to him even tighter when he whispered her name into her neck. "Bed," she mumbled then. "Take me to bed. Please."
He nodded, and she moaned in pleasure as he kicked at his trunks to get them off of his feet, doing wonderful things inside of her in the meantime without even realizing it. Before he took off out of the bathroom altogether and into the bedroom, carrying her with her body pressed tightly against his, still inside of her.
She was glad they were on the same page, at least. Although they weren't fully on the same page, because when he got to the bed, he started to lean down as though he was going to lay her out and crawl over her to continue things, but she gripped on tighter and shook her head.
"No, sit," she gasped into his ear. "Against the pillows."
He'd done enough work for the time being. She thought it was her turn.
Chuck listened so eagerly, he almost fell in the process, his knee slamming into the side of the mattress so that they both topped towards the bed, but he turned them around so that he landed on his back, and the result was that he ended up deeper inside of her than she'd thought was even physically possible.
She didn't care about the pillows. She didn't care that he was splayed out crookedly on the mattress where he'd fallen. Sarah grabbed his shoulders and began to ride him, rocking in his lap and bracing her knees on the bed on either side of him.
Chuck groaned loudly, but then he seemed to get his wits about him, and grabbed her hips to still her. "Wait. Wait, wait…"
He took a quick glance up over his shoulder, and then he clambered up the bed until he was leaning back against the headboard, pillows adjusted behind him. "Okay," he breathed, nodding. "Go…go, go, go."
Sarah couldn't help but giggle, but then he bent his legs behind her, digging his heels into the mattress, and he bucked up into her just once.
It was a very obvious hint, and she liked how bold it was.
Grabbing onto the headboard, she began to buck on his cock, getting her entire body in on it, squeezing the wood so hard between her fingers that she was almost losing feeling in them.
But she kept going, spurred on by his encouraging sounds he was making, the way he absolutely moaned her name and let his head fall back in ecstasy.
Sarah sat up a bit straighter then and reached back to brace one hand on his thigh, before she started to bounce on him.
"Ah!" Chuck gasped out. "Holy shit…"
He reached back with one long arm and grabbed onto the side of the headboard, curling his fingers around it and just holding on for dear life. It was the hottest thing she'd ever seen in her life—the way he was just hanging on like that, as if she was capable of screwing him right off the bed.
Then again…
That had sort of happened the other morning, hadn't it? He probably still had a bruise to show for it.
Sarah stopped bouncing, grabbing his shoulder in one hand, gripping his thigh tighter in the other, and then she jerked her hips fast and hard, back and forth, back and forth, hearing the springs of the bed protest beneath them.
Her climax spilled over her again with no warning whatsoever this time and she squeaked, her body tensing over his as she sucked in long breaths.
Chuck's eyes rolled back in pleasure and she wondered if he could feel it down there when she came, her one moment of clarity, before he sat up and cupped her face, kissing her hard without even letting her recuperate.
He began to thrust up into her again. And as she let out a lusty giggle, she felt him smile into her kiss.
"I told you I couldn't get enough," he panted, his voice deep and raspy. God, it was so hot. He was unbelievable. The way he was cradling her and giving her so much pleasure…
She gave him a hot, open-mouthed kiss, both hands cupping his face, her fingers making a blazing trail through his still damp curls. He groaned, thrusting harder.
When he pulled away again, she saw that look in his eyes. He wanted something.
"What is it?" she whispered, breathless. "Tell me."
"Turn around."
Grinning like a wild woman, she climbed out of his lap, turned so that she was facing away from him, and swung a leg over him to straddle him again, letting him guide his member back into her as she sat heavily in his lap.
Not for the first time, she was struck by how different it felt facing this way. When Chuck entered her from behind, he touched her in places she'd long assumed untouchable.
They worked together and she grabbed onto his legs that were bent just a little in front of her this time. She arched her back and dropped her head forward, unable to really even get ahold of herself, this position felt so damn good. He was pressed into her g-spot almost automatically like this.
He groaned out an aching, "Sarahhhh," and she clenched her jaw, grinning as hard as she wanted because he couldn't see her face. And then she braced herself and started to swinging herself down on him, both of their bodies bouncing against the bed.
This time the sound of her name on his lips was tight, and she thought maybe she was getting him there.
He started lifting himself to meet her and she cried out, shutting her eyes tightly and really focusing on his pleasure, even as her own rocked through her entire body.
It was when he sat up a bit to round her body with his arms and pull her down to lie against him, her back to his chest, her full weight on him, that she thought there was a chance she'd have yet another orgasm before she got him to his. He ground against her spot hard as she lay on top of him, still bracing her heels on the mattress, trying to thrust.
She had to reach down and use her fingers to keep him inside of her, but she kept grinding, rolling her hips, until his fingers joined hers and began to jerk her clitoris back and forth, bouncing his hips against her thrusts.
She cursed loudly, her whole body clenching even as she kept going, trying to keep some semblance of a rhythm, but she was losing it quickly.
Without even realizing what she was doing, one hand reached up and behind to tangle in Chuck's hair tightly, and the other squeezed the base of his member—the pleasure was almost too much for her to take.
She felt him tense beneath her, almost humming inside of her.
"Almost," he growled against her neck. "Almost! Come on…oh, yes!"
He said fuck so loud she almost jumped, and then she felt him come inside of her. The sounds he made were so gratifying, she felt a self-satisfied grin spread over her face. But then he managed enough control, even as he climaxed, to really go hard on her clit.
Sarah let out a high-pitched, "oh!" and thrusted her front against his hand, tangling her fist that wasn't in his hair in the sheets at his hip, until she came hard, her body going rigid before shaking over his.
They slumped to the side after a while and she shifted her hips to ease him out of her, and not a minute later, she was on her back, Chuck hovering over her, continuing to kiss her all over her body.
He touched her, kissed her, licked and worshipped her entire body, letting her feel his fingers and mouth between her legs again, for a while, and when he was hard again, they joined, neither of them bothering to wait, rest, even take a breather.
Chuck couldn't get enough of her, and she couldn't get enough of him.
It continued on for the rest of the night until their spent and satisfied bodies went limp, their minds quieting, sleep overtaking them both as they eventually found themselves beneath the sheets, bare bodies tangled together.
—-
Sarah awoke with a start sometime in the very early morning. She didn't really know why. She couldn't remember if it had been a dream or what. But her mind felt at ease, her body and soul well rested.
It was still dark enough outside that she felt it had to be sometime before 5. As tired as she knew she should be, especially with how she'd woken up so suddenly, she just felt a lazy contentment instead.
Maybe it was the arm slung over her bare hip, the soft, even breathing she felt against the back of her neck. She'd taken her hair clip out at some point the night before while they were having sex, thankfully, otherwise she imagined she'd be in some pain. Where had the clip landed? Well, she supposed they'd find it later.
She was glad she hadn't startled him awake along with herself.
But, as she shifted a little to cuddle back more into his warmth, she found that while he wasn't awake, at least one part of his body was.
Smiling to herself, she turned her face into her pillow, the smile blooming into a full grin.
She'd never stayed overnight with anyone, so while she knew the whole "morning wood" thing was real, she'd never experienced the phenomenon. Until she found herself sleeping with this man, falling asleep in his arms, either tangled up in his bed or hers.
Part of her wondered how it was even physically possible for him after they'd worn each other out the night before.
She felt kind of cheeky, smug even. In these early morning hours, with everyone still sleeping, quiet in the hallway, quiet outside of the windows, even the seagulls quieter than usual, it was easy to pretend things were different. It was easy to forget about the dark cloud hanging over her head still, now that she knew an appointment with Director Graham loomed in the future, once this vacation was over. It was even easy to forget that the end of this vacation meant, perhaps, the end of this, all of it, everything she shared with the man currently in bed with her. She could pretend she was a normal woman in bed with her lover just before the crack of dawn—some accountant, or maybe a lawyer, or an artist, a doctor, like Chuck's sister. Someone who healed people instead of taking life away.
And she smiled harder, forgetting forgetting forgetting…
Forgetting so intensely that she slowly turned a bit more onto her back so that she could look into the youthful, handsome face of the man whose bed she was lying in, and thought that she wouldn't mind this sight every morning.
She let herself have that thought, forgetting forgetting forgetting…
And as though he could feel her eyes on him, he grumbled quietly and cuddled her closer to him, burying his face in her shoulder. She giggled as quietly as she could, wondering if he was slowly waking up but trying to will himself back to sleep.
The ex-assassin felt grateful. She felt alive, grateful, awake. Something inside of her stirred, her heart beat rapidly in her chest, and she gently turned, feeling his hardness pressed against her as she did so, until her chest was flush against his. She kissed his neck, his collarbone, and then his chest, very lightly. If he was really asleep, she definitely didn't want to wake him up. But she thought she saw the corner of his mouth twitch just a little in the dimness of the room.
She smirked.
She would have to proceed cautiously.
Putting a hand on his shoulder she lightly eased him onto his back, reaching down to fix the covers over them better, before she slung a leg over him the way his arm had been draped over her when she first woke up. His mouth twitched again, and she slid up his body to gently press a kiss where she'd seen the twitch.
And then she moved her thigh so that it was wedged between his legs, and she rubbed his length pointedly. She moved her lips beside his ear. "Are you awake?" she breathed as quietly and carefully as she could.
If he didn't respond, she would lie back against him and try to fall asleep.
He let out a soft sigh and a grumble, his lips tilting up this time. "Who wanzza know?" he grumbled in a tired lilt.
She beamed, teasing his earlobe with her teeth and nudging him in the temple with her nose. Then she rubbed him with her thigh and felt his breath catch in his chest pressed so tightly against hers. "If you're awake, I have something for you. But I wanna know that you're awake first," she whispered just as quietly.
He hummed as she kept rubbing him, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. "I'm awake," he whispered back, but his eyes still hadn't opened. She shifted her thigh away a little, hovering her hand over him but not touching.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," he said in a clear voice, nodding.
"You're fully awake? Enough to be able to tell me what you want—?"
"Whatever this is, I want it," he said, complete surety in his voice.
Sarah bit her lip to keep from laughing at the way he interrupted her, impatient.
Well, she wouldn't make him wait much longer then. And she closed her hand over him, making him grumble and turn his face into the pillow, his eyes still glued shut. She'd let him keep them shut if he wanted to. Let him just melt into the bed and let her have her way with him. Let him just enjoy.
Sarah rubbed him in her fist slowly, before she moved so that she straddled him, her breasts smashed against his chest as she began to kiss and lick her way down his body. She'd allowed him to worship her for most of the night. And now that morning was breaking, he'd have to let her do the same for him.
Luckily, he wasn't showing any resistance at all.
By the time she finally rounded his cock with her lips, she could feel how completely awake he was, and as she sucked him, licking, pumping, squeezing, Chuck tucked his hand under the covers and threaded his fingers in her messy blond hair, just holding on as she went to town on him.
She stayed down there for a while, taking her time, focusing all of her efforts on him, on making it last, so that when he finally impatiently threw the covers off of her head, she found the room had lightened a little, even if the sun wasn't even close to cresting on the horizon just yet.
Chuck's eyes slowly cracked open as he looked down his body at her. And then he gently took her arm and pulled her back up his body. She found she was actually pretty chilled without the covers so she reached down and pulled them back up to her shoulders.
He took her by her hips and positioned her so that he could reach between them and guide himself to her entrance. She eased herself down and sighed, shivering in pleasure. But before she could start moving, he rolled her over onto her back and she felt his weight press her down into the bed.
He whimpered, then began to thrust inside of her, making her gasp. She curled her hands around the small of his back, and then moaned when he pushed himself up to brace his palms on either side of her shoulders, his torso angled away from her.
She squeezed his back, fingernails digging into him unconsciously, as he made his thrusts long and slow. "Ah!" she gasped, biting her lip and looking up into his face.
His brow furrowed as he kept thrusting, wearing his pleasure on his face without shame or embarrassment.
And then he dove down to wrap her up in his arms, cradling her tightly against him as he made incredible, slow, electrifying love to her.
They didn't rush it this time, just taking their time. Chuck finally finished, quivering in her arms, her name a soft whimper into her hair. They lie still, entangled together, the sun finally rising outside, sending beautiful warm rays of light over his bed.
She refused to let him leave her for a while, just holding onto him tightly, feeling him, enjoying his weight pushing down on her, even crushing her a little.
Forgetting forgetting forgetting…
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