Chapter 2

A/N: This is real short but I wanted to get something up. I wanted to get this up a while ago but I kept re-writing the damn thing. I will get more written very soon... I promise... if Honeymooners doesn't continually distract me. What a perfect episode that was. Anyway I hope you find this story amusing. I tried to make it funny, but really, humor is difficult to write.

Carina Miller stood on the other side of the door, a smile plastered so wide and resolute across her face, she could have been mistaken for a barbie doll. "Sooo... how are you? It's been awhile!"

Sarah just gaped at the intruder. If she wasn't about to flash everyone on board she would have reached out and slapped the look of dumb innocence off her friend's face, but her nakedness was now reserved for Chuck's eyes only... and apparently Carina, from certain angles. Sarah unconsciously gripped the knife tighter in her palm, nearly breaking the skin. Behind her she could hear Chuck scrambling to pull up his pants. She wanted to reach behind her and rip them back down off his hips, but both her hands were occupied.

"You're in quite a compromising position there, Agent Walker. Are you about to do a job? Or is this purely professional? And with, gasp, Chuck?" She feigned shocked stupidity, clasping her hand over her mouth. She tried poking her head through the slot in the door to reaffirm her words, "Hiiii Chuckie." Sarah severed the intrusion with a menacing glare.

"If you don't walk away right now... I'm not responsible for what happens to you." Her knifed hand cocked back threateningly. Chuck caught her wrist in his grasp, snaking an arm around her waist. She sighed under the touch and his fingers feebly wrestled the weapon from her grasp.

Carina carried on as if she hadn't heard. "I thought you too would still be playing the annoying will we/won't we game. My god, Walker, that went on for nearly three years. No wonder you have that pissed off look in your eyes... three years without a man between the sheets. That's gotta be rough." Her head exaggeratedly swayed side to side. "How's it now?... Rough?... Or, oh my god, is this your first time?"

Quite frankly Sarah was surprised she'd let her rant continue on as long as it had. "Great, you continue with your little coy, suggestive remarks. I'm going to enjoy me some... rough sex." She meant to make a big show of slamming the door in Carina's face but her foot blocked it's progress.

By now there little charade had attracted the wandering eyes of some eavesdropping passengers including the stewardess making her way towards them. "Excuse me," the woman called as she drew closer.

Due to the slight distraction, Sarah was able to kick Carina's foot out of the way. "Casey's in 13B. Go!"

"But I have to pee."

Every horny guy on board drank in the sight of Carina as she practically glided down the aisle. She stopped a few feet behind Casey's seat, certain she could see the unmistakable scowl on his face even from the back of his head. His gaze was on the ceiling as an elderly man leaned over the aisle, attempting to engage in conversation with the Colonel, but it was very obviously one-sided.

"Well, hello Johnny," Carina said, looming over him, and effectively thwarting the old man's words.

Casey grunted at the voice. "Perfect," he mumbled under his breath. He self-consciously adjusted the towel over his wet lap as Carina squeezed into the seat beside him.

"Who's the pretty lady?" the old geezer asked, coyly bumping Casey's shoulder with a weak fist. He seemed to think that he and Casey had become real chummy within the last two minutes. It didn't matter that Casey had nearly grunted twice during his longwinded monologue.

Casey visibly flinched under the wrinkly touch, but reluctantly swallowed his anger. He would rather stuff the guy's fingers down his throat, both to diffuse the unwelcome contact and his overlapping gums.

"I'm his... girlfriend," Carina beamed, looping her arms through Casey's. This would be fun. "Carina," she said holding her hand out to shake with the man, smiling at the sidelong glance Casey was throwing at her.

A knock immediately preceded the clicking of the door latch. "Hello?"

"Yes?" Sarah asked, failing at masking the disdain in her voice and clapping a hand over Chuck's mouth.

"Is everything alright in there? The pilot has turned on the seatbelt sign. I suggest you return to your... seats." The stewardess made no attempt to mask the disdain in her voice.

Chuck sighed into Sarah's palm. "Busted."

"Shh," she whispered threateningly. Her glower never left her face as she slowly extracted her fingers. She kneeled down and disappeared her hand into the jeans still around her ankles.

Chuck huffed at the object clutched in her palm. "Sarah, don't be ridiculous."

"What? You don't want me?"

Chuck nearly laughed at the stupidity of that question, but her voice was filled with genuine worry. "Is that a real question? Of course I want you. I've always wanted you." His hands reached for her waist, gently stroking his fingers across her naked flesh.

"Then what's the problem?" Her eyes bore into his head, trying to read him.

Slowly stroking a hand up her side to distract her, he easily ripped the CIA badge from her fingers. "Is this really a matter of national security?"

"It is to me." Again they were interrupted with a louder, more persistent knocking on the door.

"I'm waiting." The tone of the voice was anything but patient.

Chuck watched as Sarah's eyes turned dark, her teeth grinding together. "Give me that!" She lunged for her badge but Chuck easily lifted it over his head and out of her reach.

Sarah made a few weak attempts to retrieve it but sighed dejectedly a moment later. "Fine, but you know I could really get that if I tried."

"I know, but do you really want to cause me bodily harm?"

"Yes." Chuck's face turned into a frown. "Just not the kind you're thinking." Her arms drew around his waist bringing closer to her again.

"Oh god," he moaned. He slipped her badge in the back of his pocket and moved his fingers to button her shirt back up. "The moment was pretty effectively ruined anyway, don't you think?" he said with a small grin.

She ignored him, standing up on her tip-toes. "This isn't over," she whispered into his ear, "just temporarily on hold till we get home... or in the car... maybe the airport."

"Please, stop," he whimpered. "I'll go first." He leaned down to give her a quick kiss and opened the door, shutting it quickly behind him.

The stewardess was standing with her arms crossed over her chest, glaring daggers at him. "Just you?"

He nodded, smiling shyly. "I had a little too much to drink."

to be continued...