A/N: First I do not own either Chuck or Risky Business, second for those expecting the CATS to enter in and deflower Morgan, Skip, Jeff, Lester, and the other Buy Morons somebody else will need to tackle that story. Also some Dune talk will occur right away and a little later on other assorted movies may have a line pop up; I also do not own those. I will apologize on the infrequent posting and state reading this from the beginning may be wise. Thanks for still being there.

Chuck vs. the Killer Pimp

Chapter 3

"Chuck, so how was the… whoa… by Duke Leto's signet ring; she's still here and under the covers isn't she?" exclaimed Morgan with a mischievous glint in his eye while intermittently puffing out one cheek timed with an all too familiar hand gesture.

"Morgan, I just need you to turn around little buddy and please leave, ok?"Chuck patiently stated.

Morgan however chose to lean against the ledge and cross his arms defiantly, "I think it is only fair that I get to see what my money paid for."

Chuck deflated slightly at Morgan's outburst as it helped refuel the initial doubts that had been gnawing at him once he found out Sarah was his 'date'. Just as quickly he was re-emboldened by the looks she had sent throughout their evening with the clincher her coming back just as he was falling down that rabbit hole of self loathing. From only the brief look he got of her face as her outfit was extremely effective at disrupting his blood flow away from his brain; he could only conclude somehow… she seemed to want this as much as he did. Despite how incredible their initial frenzied coupling was the cuddling and talk afterwards was just as much. Although thinking back he was the only one to really share anything while Sarah would merely nod or give an understanding look with her eyes before their second coupling that was tantamount to a religious experience.

He reached under the covers with one hand to give a reassuring squeeze to Sarah's calf, but his touch instead reinvigorated her… resolve. Chuck knew he didn't have much time before losing all rational thought. He promised himself to find out more about Sarah and help her get away from this life that boggled his mind how she could be a part of. One of his reasons was selfish as he hoped she would want to be with him, but from her eyes he could somehow tell she has seen and done things she was not proud of, but there was this spark of innocence that seemed to grow throughout the evening. He couldn't let her continue on whatever path she was on before meeting him and have that spark eventually disappear.

Chuck shook his head as Morgan had this completely annoying smirk, "What do you want me to tell your girl if she stops by today?" Chuck winced from the sudden sensation he felt while the name Bobbitt flashed before his eyes. Apparently it flashed on Chuck's face as the cockiness left Morgan's face and he knelt down to the covered mass on the bed making Chuck even more uncomfortable.

"Miss… I uh… see he only met this woman yesterday and we thought he could use your date as a sort of a practice… for her… granted Chuck would have had to ask and she accept, but I think she would have, but I understand that I am uh interrupting… Sir, yes the Xerox machines are right over there, let me help you." Chuck could only stare as Morgan quickly got up with two thumbs up which quickly turned into one hand acting as a phone miming for him to call with the cockiest smile he could ever recall while also doing some random pelvic thrusting until he shrieked, "Ah the glare!" before trying to vault himself out of his named door and face-planting into the bush outside Chuck's window. Despite the gradual decline of Morgan's meanderings there was still a sense of ill ease within the room.

It took a minute before either occupant of the bed attempted to move; Chuck eventually took the leap and lifted the covers to reveal a demure looking Sarah, "You are truly breathtaking," Chuck uttered, "I mean you are, but I just want to assure you that Morgan won't be coming back… did you glare at him?" Sarah shyly nodded her head, but then her eyes went wide thinking Morgan had seen her. Chuck saw this and quickly shook his head, "No, he's become hyper-attuned to female glares thanks to years of it from my sister Ellie. He can sense her glare while in another room… it is actually a fun party trick." Chuck smiled as he relished hearing Sarah's giggle, "C'mon back up and maybe we can sleep in a little bit."

While it was phrased as a statement it ended sounding as a question that Sarah answered by climbing back up and kissing him soundly before stating, "That's a good idea," she cozied up and burrowed into him as he was thanking her for the attempted wake-up call before they both soon drifted back to sleep.

Two hours later Chuck woke up and stretched; soon noticing he was the only occupant of his bed. The rapid despair decelerated as he noticed a pair of red lace panties on his computer screen and on the floor were his clothes and Sarah's top and skirt spread about haphazardly. His stomach rumbled and begrudgingly picked himself up off the bed at first wondering why he was sore and then blushing as the answer came to him.

His first move after shakily making it to his feet was to lock the Morgan door, but apparently Sarah had beaten him to that task. He next picked up her clothes and carefully folded them placing them on his chair. His curiosity as to what Sarah was doing began to completely occupy his mind which led to a momentous decision for Chuck: walk out au natural or put on at least some boxers. With his stomach and curiosity egging him on he went with the minimum of propriety and put on the boxers. He had convinced himself if he hadn't his sister and boyfriend, Captain Awesome, would arrive at the most inopportune time. With the immediate aftermath having Ellie break out the cleaning supplies, scrubbing ferociously with her sisterly glare thrown at him every so often and Devon making casual remarks about how she didn't react this way after they made love on whatever surface: counter, table, couch… he and Sarah happened to have been caught on.

Any and all sexual urges having now been purged from his system; his face still had the puckered look of sucking a few dozen lemons as he made his way to the door. His first steps were to the bathroom and not hearing anything he quietly stepped inside and took care of some immediate business. Finishing that, he splashed some water on his face and gargled some mouthwash before looking at the mirror and at his attempt to flex the instant thought of underwhelment hit him. While he could not decide whether that was an actual word or not allowed the now prevailing thought to sit on the back burner of his mind for a moment. Having this goddess looking at his scrawny body in the light of day now terrified him as he stepped out of the bathroom into the hallway.

Hearing some noises coming from the kitchen he attempted to swallow all the negative thoughts that were bombarding him. Two steps out and he was able to make out some words with what could technically be called a melody. Chuck took a second to run through a few things: was he going to tease her? Yes, it was a moral imperative, but most definitely not in a demeaning way was the answer and rummaging through his brain he decided on the framework for his tease and stepped into the kitchen entry and was stopped dead in his tracks by the sight before him. Sarah's bare back… well there was the apron drawstring, but that somehow made her even more alluring. While Chuck's brain was still barely functioning he chided himself on passing up on that sketching class at Stanford as he wanted to capture this sight forever and a photograph seemed woefully insufficient to convey his current feelings. A straggling thought that it was both Bryce and Jill that had talked him out of the class, while both ended up taking it themselves eventually using the other as their body models, wrapped himself inside his own mind for a few moments. A small giggle and shake of her hips began the rebooting process of his brain as a guttural sound eerily reminiscent of Peter Boyle from Young Frankenstein emanated from his lips.

Sarah picked up a grape off the floor and lazily popped it into her mouth casually looking at the man who in twenty four hours has forced her to change her opinions from 'all men' to 'all men save one'. Gazing into his tranquil countenance she found herself getting lost in ideas or futures she had never even considered before this moment. The harsh reality of her situation soon came to the forefront once again and she was once again convinced she was being punished, but this time it wasn't by Graham.

Lightly touching his chest with her pointer finger she succumbed to those teenage yearnings that had never been prominent before and over his heart she drew a Valentine heart and filled it in with an S.W. + C.B.. As she completed the arrow she heard a stifled giggle and felt Chuck's torso contort away from her touch. Initially pleased at finding a ticklish spot on him she quickly looked up and lost the triumphant feeling as Chuck had a knowing smirk on his face.

"Oh God!" Sarah cried out mortified, burying her face in the closest area, which happened to be Chuck's chest.

Chuck sighed and with his right hand began lightly rubbing the back of her head and hair while whispering to Sarah that 'it was ok' and 'nothing to be embarrassed about' repeatedly. The ministrations of Chuck's hand and his voice were rapidly calming Sarah down, but it wasn't until Chuck's stomach gurgled that she had the conviction to once again look up at him. He was beginning to worry, but then he saw Sarah turn her head towards him; her blue eyes once again captivated him as he swore she was looking at him in reverence his stomach decided to make its intentions well known as it gurgled loud enough that Sarah could not hold back her giggle.

"I think there's another part of your body finally demanding some attention." Sarah saucily said. She wobbled briefly as she got to her feet to both of them laughing. "I don't see you getting up right now," came out in a playful snarl, "Your omelette is cold… it won't take me long to fix another… ummph."

Chuck's mouth latching onto Sarah's stopped her from talking. In a brief respite for air he stated, "That's ok Sarah, there's no need to waste any food. Besides I'm sure we can find a better use for the ten minutes to make a new one." Sarah then became introduced to the patent pending Bartowski eyebrow dance.

Sarah quirked her eyebrow and giggled initially as her response, but found the motion disarming enough so she slid the plate containing the omelette and some toast behind her to him. Somehow a fork magically appeared in his hand and he started devouring the eggs, ham, and cheese. Sarah couldn't help but stare for a moment; however she snapped out of it and bent over to start picking up the various fruit that had scattered on the floor when Chuck had earlier announced his presence with authority. Hearing the beginnings of that growl again she turned her head to see the plate empty and Chuck's eyes consumed with lust. Her instincts suggested a mere wiggle of her hips would bring the physical response she was hoping from Chuck and she was not disappointed.

Her laugh brought Chuck out of the stupor he was in and when he looked to see what brought about her joyous outburst he chuckled to himself. After a shake of his head he downed the half glass of orange juice he had left and placed it down while securing eye contact with Sarah. A few moments later he took a purposeful stride towards her and she instinctively closed her eyes bringing herself up on her toes to meet with Chuck's incoming kiss. Instead she heard the refrigerator door open and close. Still not opening her eyes she heard Chuck begin to shuffle by and quickly latched onto a part of him while bringing his head down for that kiss she was anticipating. What she wasn't anticipating was the surge of orange juice entering her mouth when she took the kiss to the next level.

When she finally opened her eyes and released him from her grip they were still connected via their foreheads and gasping for breath. Chuck began to open his mouth, but Sarah instead swept in for another kiss then began to nuzzle on his neck. It took a moment for Chuck to regain some composure, but he took in a deep breath before speaking.

"I'm sorry about the OJ. I wasn't going to leave you hanging, but I needed to get more liquids in me no matter what certain parts of my anatomy seem to want to do."

"Chuck," Sarah stated while pulling back from his neck, "it was an interesting surprise, but one I'm not sure I want to repeat." She looked down at the garment she was wearing, "The apron needs to get washed before your sister gets back."

"Actually, you can have it Sarah." Chuck uncomfortably said.

"Why?" Sarah cautiously asked.

"Well… I think it would be extremely awkward if I think of you when Ellie wears the apron." Chuck added sheepishly.

Sarah 's ears started to burn a little as she looked down quickly and took a deep breath, "I'm going to jump in the shower. I'm all sticky… No, I don't need to see that eyebrow thing of yours, but I wouldn't want to get lost in there, so…"

Chuck's audible gulp apparently was his answer, but that didn't register to Sarah as it could be either a yea or nay. The continuing silence seemed to more accurately detail his choice and with a sad look Sarah turned to leave. Her wrist was lightly grasped as she turned back she felt her wrist released and both of Chuck's hands cupping her face as she received the sweetest kiss of her life.

While recovering from the haze the kiss had left the both of them in Chuck's filter from his brain to his mouth disappeared, "Sarah I want you to know that I care about you and know if there is any way I can help you I will do so. I believe that you are in trouble, but I don't think you are a prostitute. Regardless please let me know what I can do to help. Oh my God I said all these things out loud haven't I?"

Sarah could not contain the shocked look on her face wondering if Chuck was the ultimate spy in that he completely fooled her in every way possible and that she was in deep trouble. Taking in a quick breath she forced herself to follow her father's main credo on judging people: looking them straight in the eye. Turning her face up she found her answer.

The End… sorry remembered an old story that just ended like that, back to my story.

The soft caring and concern clearly evident in his eyes matched the earnestness of his tone. He wanted to help her; as for her cover her actions could loosely fall under the girlfriend experience, although to say as much would be excessively cruel. Especially as she is experiencing probably the same feelings he is, but she still wanted some reassurance.

"Why don't you think I am a … a …" Sarah attempted to finish the question, but couldn't bring herself to say the word.

Chuck gave her a small kiss, to which she smiled before responding, "While I could say your inability to say the word is a reason, you could counter my outburst made you feel embarrassed about your… profession. Mostly it goes with the kissing, granted I do not have much experience with women in your field," at Sarah's quizzical look Chuck retraced his verbal steps and soon became wide eyed, "No, I have absolutely no experience with men or the category of other in any field, in fact you are my only real potential experience. I guess using Pretty Woman as a reference point is problematic at best, but it made sense that they would exclude kissing from their work, but Julia Roberts was quite delightful in it, wasn't she?"

Sarah in a bit of a pout quietly stated, "I like kissing." She chose to ignore Chuck's remarks about some movie.

"I like kissing too, especially you." Sarah beamed at the response before quickly trying to recover, but Chuck was in the midst of the biggest smile she had ever seen. "Listen there are plenty of towels; the shampoo and body wash is right in the shower; and a still packaged toothbrush that you are free to use is in the medicine cabinet. I'm not making any insinuations about you needing any of those things. You are breathtakingly stunning in every way imaginable. I'm shocked that I am turning down your offer, but as you said earlier my sister is arriving back at an unknown time. It is supposed to be tomorrow, but regardless I need to clean up the kitchen. You are my guest and as much as I enjoyed your cooking it is ungentlemanly to have you do anything else. Also I do need some recovery time… I didn't know you could get out of sex-shape… well I guess…."

This time Sarah stopped his rambling with a quick kiss, but brought him into an embrace, "I think your sex-shape is just fine."

Chuck kissed the top of her head, "Thank you. I'm sorry if I startled you with my earlier ramble, but I do stand by what I said. I honestly want to help you no matter what your circumstance is. So when you're done with your shower we can figure out what I can do… or hopefully I'll have caught my second wind." Chuck finished with a smirk and the eyebrow dance.

Sarah solemnly looked into his eyes, nodded and headed off to the bathroom running the scenarios in her head as to what she would do, and not necessarily what she should do.

Opting for a fairly quick shower she frowned slightly as she found peppermint toothpaste instead of her preferred spearmint, but it seemed a decent change of pace. As she spit out the residual toothpaste/saliva mélange she looked in the mirror and placed both hands on the counter. She would tell Chuck the truth about everything. Granted it was completely against protocol, but she still hadn't heard if Bryce had attempted the theft yet. If he hadn't what excuse could there be for her staying within the cover: say she was running away from her pimp and needs a place to lay low. That's too far-fetched for the real world. If Larkin hasn't taken it and is still off grid and she is recalled back to DC, Chuck is still possibly in danger. If Chuck knows the truth and is contacted by Bryce, Chuck would contact her, she is certain of that. She has seen and spent a lifetime with the best liars in the world and Chuck is not in that category whatsoever. Even if telling him all this causes him to resent her and say he'll never want to see her again she can survive as long as he is safe. With her mind made up she attempts to confidently stride leaving the bathroom, but the negative repercussions are weighing on her.

Hearing noises from Chuck's bedroom and not the kitchen she knocks on his door frame. Chuck quickly turns around and is soon mesmerized by the naked beauty in front of him.

Chuck's mouth surprisingly works, "I should have mentioned earlier I'm normally a spearmint person, but decided to live on the edge and try peppermint."

Somehow that statement releases a purr from Sarah as she glides over to his chair.

"Cleaning the kitchen didn't take much time and I decided to see if anybody left me some birthday well wishes. Did I tell you it was my birthday yesterday?"

Sarah shook her head, but said, "I already knew."

The computer booted up and Chuck soon got to his e-mail account where he had received a number of messages. As he was going through them Sarah decided the time was right to tell him the truth.

"Chuck, you were right there is something I wasn't telling you…"

"Look, a message from my ex-friend and Stanford roommate Bryce Larkin; I wonder what he could have sent…"

"Chuck, don't…"

A/N: This chapter could have hit M so many times, perhaps that is why it was so difficult to get through. The premature ending hopefully wont rile anybody up as it is a joke. There is at least one more chapter to this, but possibly two, as I obviously have an epilogue compulsion. For those who were looking for Chuck vs Ellie in a writing contest I'm sorry I didn't get it submitted in time as I was rewriting a number of passages to show Ellie's PTSD a little more. As always thanks to those that read and especially to those that review.