Heed the Mature rating, especially on this chapter.
Chuck smiled as Sarah seemingly carelessly discarded the cookie, though it landed flat on the side table and did not slide off the end, showing Sarah's concern for it.
"I believe," Sarah said, pulling her hair back, "one of our first poses went something like this." She knelt down and pulled Chuck's shorts and boxers out and down, in one quick movement. Her tongue reached out and after one caress from base to tip, Chuck exploded. The first shot went clear over Sarah's head, but the rest landed all over her face.
Chuck 1, Sarah 0.
"And here I thought you used too much frosting earlier. Guess I was wrong!" was all Sarah had to say, but she couldn't see the expression on Chuck's face.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't want to, already…" The mortification and nervousness in his voice were clear indications into his thoughts. He was clearly embarrassed at his lack of control.
Not noticing immediately, Sarah's tongue darted out and back in. "Mmmm…definitely better than frosting." Then the realization of what had been said struck her. Far from being offended or disappointed, though, Sarah only chuckled as she stood up and removed her own brief briefs. "I'm just amazed you'd made it this long. I was worried I was losing my touch. You can't tell me you're satisfied after just one." Looking down, she added, "Seriously, you can not tell me you're done."
Now it was Chuck's turn to smile. "OK, you got me."
"This time, though, I get to score, too". Simply lifting herself up a bit, Sarah implanted herself on him, while he was still standing, his arms under her rear helping support her weight. Her wetness made it clear that Chuck was not the only one who had been aroused for quite some time.
The apartment proved to have a few areas the right height to lend support for the activity – the top of the couch, the counter, the table. Nothing was quite perfect, though, and they moved around a fair bit, never breaking contact. It was a miracle nothing got broken, in all the stumbling around.
When the smoke cleared, it was Chuck 3, Sarah 6.
"I need a drink," Chuck gasped, finally, after he had collapsed onto the couch, inadvertently landing on Sarah as well. Extricating himself from her, he stumbled into the kitchen, where the literal smoke had not cleared. The oven was smoking.
After getting glasses of water for both himself and Sarah, Chuck pulled the blackened cookies from the oven and placed them on top of the stove, where they remained, smoking. One glass of water for each was quite insufficient, but it was all the distraction they could afford.
Once she had recovered her breath and soothed her throat a bit, Sarah commented. "I don't remember those poses with cookies."
"Well," Chuck breathed in reply, "we didn't use a camera, either."
"Touché. Still, I have another inspired pose in mind."
Chuck wracked his brain, trying to think back just an hour ago. What else had they done? What did she have in mind?
Sarah saw his confusion and took pity on him. Finally removing her top, which had been pushed aside and twisted so that it had gone from covering little to covering nothing, she jiggled a little to get his attention.
The heat of the apartment from closed windows and blinds, the heat from the oven, the heat from within themselves had both of them glistening, even in the dimming light of the apartment. One particular shine sparked Chuck's memory. The last pose?
The last pose, indeed. Space was cleared and hands pushed against fleshy mounds to form a tunnel, similar but quite unlike the earlier caverns Chuck had explored. Chuck rose to the occasion, gamely, and soon the count was 4-7.
Looking down at the beautiful blonde beneath him, Chuck was struck by something. "I don't think I've ever given you a necklace before."
Finally, Sarah was the one puzzled. Taking her hand, Chuck led her to the bathroom mirror, which showed what appeared to be pearls scattered around her neck. Catching on, Sarah smiled and reached up to finger a 'pearl.' "It's the most beautiful piece of jewelry I've ever received. Though it doesn't last long." Bringing her finger to her mouth, she licked it clean before commenting that it certainly tasted better than pearls, too.
A rumbling sound interrupted them, though, bringing Sarah's agent mode to forefront, instantly. Her gaze instantly sharpened and her focus intensified. "What was that?" Her words were almost clipped, intent. Her hand strayed to the small of her back, where no knife resided.
"Nothing more serious than a case of hunger. I assure you, I'm not in imminent danger of starving to death, my stomach's protests notwithstanding."
The alarm of a moment earlier gave way to a fit of giggles. Giggles in her present dress (well, lack thereof, more correctly) drove all thoughts of food from Chuck's mind and body. Laughing made Sarah's body react in ways that made his body react, despite the exhaustion that was starting to build.
They soon discovered that they didn't both fit well on the floor in the bathroom, but the hallway accommodated them nicely. 5-12.
Lying together on the floor, Chuck's head on Sarah's chest, the two lovers relaxed. A bit of the excitement of the day was finally starting to drain from them. With the return of blood to his brain, Chuck realized how hungry he really was. It was after 8:00 and he hadn't eaten anything since his early lunch break at the Buy More.
As he started to lift himself up, Sarah groaned, missing the contact. "Where are you going?"
"Food." Sarah's eyes widened at the thought and she quickly nodded.
The two raided the refrigerator. They were in luck. Ellie's duck the other night had proven too large for her and Devon (Chuck having been gone with Sarah on a 'date', which had involved nothing more exciting than a van, video cameras, and a terrorist organization). The left-overs were delicious, even straight from the frig. They both started eating slowly, not wanting to be uncomfortable later, with their minds on anatomy other than stomachs. The taste of food and drink (milk, for both) changed that perspective, however, albeit briefly.
A few minutes of silence followed, as both digested the food and the day. For Chuck, the food proved much easier. They had neither sat as they ate; preferring to stand in front of the refrigerator and grab whatever caught their eye.
As the feasting slowed, Sarah coyly stepped aside and grabbed a full syringe of frosting. "I know what I want for dessert." Eyes gleaming, she shot a bit of frosting onto Chuck's neck, before nibbling and licking and sucking it clean.
Chuck was quick to retaliate, grabbing the last full syringe and aiming at Sarah. His aim was true, but she was too quick and dodged the stream of near-fluid. Laughing softly, she shot back at Chuck and hit him on the chin. "You're too slow," she taunted.
"Is that the way it's going to be?" Taking the challenge, Chuck anticipated Sarah's movement and caught her just above the navel, with a second spurt.
"Oh, it is so on."
The battle raged through much of the small apartment. Sarah was the better shot and quicker, but Chuck knew the layout better and had attempted enough real-life stealth maneuvers with Morgan that he had a good appreciation for the cover (or lack thereof) scattered about. As the end of the conflict neared, both were significantly gooey. But no clear winner had emerged.
"Truce?"
"Truce."
Coming out from their cover, they finally saw how effective they had been. Dessert soon followed and the score was 6-15.
The two finally made it to Chuck's bedroom. Collapsing onto the bed, they simply held each other close for a long while. Chuck's hand strayed over Sarah's skin for some time, before it started slowing. Sarah was still wide awake, but it seemed her partner was fading. It was her turn to stroke Chuck's body. In her hand's journey, it discovered something unexpected. Chuck was most definitely not fully asleep. Sarah's eyebrows rose. She leaned close for a kiss and was not disappointed.
Long minutes passed in gentle rocking. All the intensity of the evening was nearly gone, but the passion had not faded – time had only fanned its flames into a very bright conflagration. Sarah was basically just shuddering with wave after wave of pleasure when Chuck finally emptied himself for the final time, before collapsing on top of Sarah and closing his eyes.
Final score, Chuck 7, Sarah 20-some.
I didn't think I was going to write this chapter. I had another chapter planned for this spot, but I just couldn't omit the details of the payoff chapter. The next chapter (more of an epilog) will be up soon, once I get it updated.