Chapter 3

A/N: Hey I did it! Only took forever and a day to finish this chapter. But anyway I hope you enjoy. Please review.

Chuck swallowed, forcing a grin on his face. "Carina... hi. Always a pleasure." She was clutching Casey's arm, leaning into his side, while he had a none-too-discreet grimace all over his face. Whether or not it was in disgust or pleasurable pain was not detectable. Chuck recalled the photo Sarah had shown him from two years ago: Casey in his shamrock boxers, cuffed and gagged on Carina's hotel bed. They had laughed about that for weeks behind Casey's back. Just thinking about it now settled his nerves, but only for a moment.

"Nice to finally see you Chuck. Where's Sarah? Working out her frustration?" She grinned wickedly making Chuck's insides go all flippy floppy.

"Not yet," Sarah interjected, brushing up against Chuck's side. "You may excuse yourself now," she said gesturing to the seat that did not belong to her.

Carina's skillful fingers danced up Casey's arm. "But I'm having fun," she whined.

"Carina...," Sarah warned. Casey's knuckles had turned a ghostly shade of white.

"Actually," she tilted her head forward, seeking out Casey's gaze, "darling, would you mind taking my seat?" She flashed a broad smile, putting on a show for the old man across the aisle hanging on their every word.

Casey's shoulders visibly relaxed. "Gladly." Carefully he stood up, shielding the still wet swell in his pants and followed Carina's words to her vacated seat.

Carina rested her chin in her palm as she watched Casey walk away, her smile flitting at the corners. She was waiting for Sarah's expectant quip.

"You mind moving your ass down a seat?"

There it was. Lacking in creativity but still hard-nosed Sarah Walker. She nodded, standing slowly. "You're not thinking of finishing what you started are you?"

Sarah finally settled into the middle seat, Chuck to her left. "Ok, Carina," she said exasperated. "What's up? What are you doing here?"

"What do you mean? It couldn't just be coincidence that we're on the same flight together?"

"No. Not with you. Spill."

"Beckman will brief you on that." Her features quickly shifted, resuming their smugness. "So how long have you two been sleeping together?"

Sarah nervously cleared her throat, disentangling her hand with Chuck's as she felt her palm grow sweaty. She hadn't even realized she'd been holding his hand. "I'm not discussing this with you. It's none of your business."

Carina scoffed. "Don't give me that, Walker. I see you, what? Once every two years?" Sarah's eyebrows rose in agreement but failed to meet her eyes. It didn't take much for Carina to pick up on her friend's subtle cues even with the infrequent visits and drop-ins and missions.

Chuck had been unusually quiet during their exchange, watching curiously and munching on the complimentary wafer cookies Casey had left behind. Whatever happened to peanuts?

"Fine," she huffed. "We'll talk... later."

"Say no more. I get it." Carina plastered on her most rueful smirk. She was certainly enjoying herself. Maybe it had something to do with the two cocktails she had before boarding the plane. "Chuck's bad in the sack."

Cookie bits spewed out of Chuck's mouth, coating the seat in front of him while the rest lodged in his throat.

"Are you okay?" Sarah asked worriedly, patting his back.

He coughed, clearing his throat. "Yeah, yeah. Uhh. Thanks."

She quickly rounded on Carina. "Are you sure you boarded the right flight? Perhaps you were headed for Moscow... or Tokyo?"

"Definitely not allowed back in Moscow. As for Tokyo, that's my next mission."

"Really?" Chuck asked, his curiosity peaked.

"No. Not really," she deadpanned.

He rolled his eyes.

"Stop diverting the conversation. Sarah?"

Chuck watched his girlfriend intently. Her cheeks had grown a rosy hue and she was actually... fidgety.

"No! Chuck is not bad in bed! And we've only been sleeping with each other for three days... six times to be exact, the last of which you ruined. So there. Are you happy now?"

Chuck's eyebrows nearly climbed off his head.

"Yes."

"That's it? No more haggling?"

"Yeah. That's it. I'm glad."

Finally a real smile graced her face. Whether or not it was completely genuine, Sarah couldn't detect. That was the funny and endlessly frustrating thing about Carina. She was an unpredictable loose cannon that Sarah misjudged countless times, and herself on the other hand was seemingly an open book to Carina; she could always read her. Nonetheless she appreciated the gesture.

Sarah slowed Chuck's pace, pulling on his arm looped through her own, creating distance between Casey and Carina.

"Don't."

"Don't what?" she asked innocently, placing a lingering kiss on his cheek. "I'm not going to try anything. This airport is far too crowded anyway. I'm tired of being interrupted."

"To be fair, it only happened once."

"One time too many." She paused, her eyebrows rising in question. "Why?" she asked incredulously. "You want it to happen again?"

"What? No. Of course not. But... I don't know... clandestine rendezvous can be kind of hot." His cheeky grin did something inside of Sarah, just like every other time he had looked at her like that.

"Now you've changed your mind? I thought you were on the other side of the fence?"

"What can I say. I'm easily persuaded."

She smirked, wrapping her arms around his waist. "On the topic of secrets. Do we want to tell Beckman?"

Chuck gave her a funny look. "Um... what exactly are you suggesting here... secrets, illicit affairs... let's leave the General out of this."

"Really? We're not gonna tell her about us?"

"Oh, is that what you meant?"

She slapped him in the arm. "Oh god. No, Beckman will not be privy to our sex life."

By now their companions had been swallowed by the crowd, though neither seemed to notice.

"I know that," he smirked. "I was just... I don't know... I just want you." He emphasized his point by pulling her snug against his body. "I want to be with you with no interruptions from the CIA or Beckman or Casey or Carina... again. And I'm not just talking about sex. I want this to be real."

"It is real, Chuck." Her smile lit up her entire face making Chuck's insides go flippy floppy for an entirely different reason this time.

"So, it's decided. Full disclosure. We tell Beckman that we're dating." Sarah nodded and he sealed the agreement with a kiss to her nose.

"Come on," she said, reluctantly pulling away and resuming their linked arms. "We shouldn't have left Casey and Carina together," she smirked.

Morgan was waiting for them at baggage claim, his palms instantly sweating at the sight of his gorgeous one-night stand. His eyes never left her as the four approached him. "Carina. Hi. What are you doing here?" His voice bordered on prepubescent boyish screech and over-eager fanboy.

"Hello... Martin, is it?" She remembered his name of course, but decided it would be more fun to dangle him over the precipice a bit.

He just shook his head, eyeing her up and down, remembering their romp on his bed. "Yeah, yeah... Morgan." His voice momentarily trailed off while his eyes lewdly undressed her. The snapping of Carina's fingers in front of his face brought him back to Earth. "So you just happened to be in Paris too?"

"Sure," she shrugged nonchalantly, spotting her bag on the conveyer belt and pulled it off.

His eyebrows rose in suspicion, before the pieces finally clicked. "Oh my god! You're a spy too!"

"Shhh, moron," Casey warned, whipping his head around to see if anyone heard.

"Um... yes?" She looked to Chuck and Sarah to reassure she wasn't compromising herself.

Chuck smirked. "It's okay, Carina. Morgan's with us now."

"Really? This guy?" Carina blocked Morgan's hug attempt with a hand against his forehead, holding him at arms length, her eyes still scanning between Chuck and Sarah, disbelievingly.

"Believe me, it was a shock to me too." Casey slung his bag over his shoulder and began heading towards the doors.

"Wasn't he the one to get Morgan on the team?" Chuck mouthed to Sarah.

Sarah smiled. "You know Casey. He's just recently warmed up to you, and I'm betting it's going to take much longer with Morgan."

Chuck slipped his arm around her waist. "Let's get out of here."

"Yes," she nodded happily. "So we can finish." Chuck audibly gulped as her tongue slowly passed over her lips.

"Wait... wait," Chuck panted between kisses. "Shh." He clapped his hand over her mouth to trump the imminent outburst. "I think someone's coming."

Somehow they had found themselves in the storage closet, killing some time before their briefing with Beckman. He was a little weary about Casey and Carina, not really all that far away. Their less than subtle departure left little doubt as to what they were getting up to, especially under the watchful eyes of seasoned spies. Though they were supposed to be "changing" Chuck was pretty sure he'd be undressing and redressing in the same clothes.

Sarah's lips moved under his palm causing a shiver to rattle his spine. Her engulfing warmth settled comfortably atop his lap only amplified the flutters. "I don't care," she mumbled, prying away his fingers. "Besides, I locked the door."

She immediately resumed their lip lock and successfully resumed traversing his body with her hands. Chuck didn't think it was possible to form logical thoughts at this point, yet focusing his brain on the deft touch of her fingers both kept him from getting too excited and woke up the babbling side of his conscience. A million different adjectives were forming behind his eyes... all of the lascivious variety.

Sarah wasn't wasting any time, just barely pulling her lips away from his long enough to pull his shirt over his head. As her lips began descending down his neck and collarbone and chest she slowly eased off Chuck's lap but at the last second he managed to grab her ass and hoist her higher on his lap.

"Wait...," Chuck squeaked out as he plopped Sarah down in a particularly sensitive region.

"What now?" She was breathing heavily, obviously frustrated.

"I just... I love you..."

Only Chuck would slow things down to be romantic. Their foreheads both met each other half way, their lips following suit.

"I want to take you on a real date. We've never really gotten the chance. At least one that didn't end in car chases or gun fights or Casey coming to our rescue."

"Ok," she whispered across his lips.

"How about a concert... just us. We'll tell all the baddies to take the night off."

Her smile was all the answer he needed. Capturing her lower lip in his teeth he finally pushed the shirt off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Her fingers were already pulling down the zipper on his pants, not remembering when exactly she'd unclasped his belt.

The sudden pounding on the door caused Sarah to bite down, hard, on Chuck's lip. He whimpered audibly, sucking his lip into his mouth. "Damn."

"Oh god. I'm so sorry," she mouthed as both her hands came up to capture his face. "I didn't mean to."

"I know," he smiled as she kissed along the bite mark.x

They heard someone clearing their throat as if they could see right through the door. "You'd better zip up," came Carina's voice. "Beckman's waiting."

Sarah felt Chuck's sigh against her cheek. "That woman is a major cock block."

"Well, we'll always have Paris."

more to come... someday... hopefully sooner than later