WARNING: This stories contains mature scenes of a sexual nature. If this bothers you, please leave now.
AN: Hi all. Thank you to everyone who has reviewed and favourited the story thus far. This chapter is the 'last' one for this story, but I'm thinking about doing an epilogue that takes place several years into the future, it really depends if people want it. Also, several reviewers pointed this out to me, that in the last chapter, there were implications that Sarah would have slept with Bryce if they hadn't come up with those excuses to get her out of it. While I'll admit that's how it looks when you read it, it wasn't my intention, and that I wanted Bryce to keep thinking that they would be sleeping together when in reality Sarah has no intention of sleeping with Bryce ever again. So yea, sorry about that confusion. Anyway here's the next chapter. Hope you enjoy and remember to review.
Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck
As Sarah walked around the church that day, it was almost impossible to get rid of that brilliant smile of hers. As she spent her morning getting ready for the big day, making sure everything fit correctly, getting her hair and make-up done just right, it was obviously that there was something making this beautiful blonde incredibly happy. One could almost be mistaken for thinking that it was her wedding.
Which it wasn't, much to her chagrin, as she slipped on the pink bridesmaid dress that morning. No it was the wedding of her 'boyfriend's' sister, Ellie Bartowski who had become one of her best friends since beginning this assignment. And though she had always enjoyed the company of the older Bartowski sibling, their relationship had also changed when she starting sleeping with Chuck. Now, Sarah had discovered that she greatly enjoyed Ellie's irritated yet amused expression when she started talking about the sexual exploits between her and the other woman's baby brother, almost as much as she enjoyed the deer-in-the-headlights face Chuck made when she surprised him with some new lingerie or a new sexy costume.
Despite the realisation of their limited time after their first night together, Chuck and Sarah had lived up to their promise to 'seize the day' in regards to their complicated relationship. That is to say they had sex, and lots of it. By day four of their new arrangement, Sarah had discovered a major drawback in her plan to create as many happy memories with Chuck as possible. Between his large manhood, his selfless nature, his excellent memory of her sweet spots and his incredible sexual imagination, she was almost certain that she would ruined for all other men and would be lucky to find non-Chuck sexual satisfaction ever again. By day seven, the 'almost' of the previous thought had disappeared completely when he demonstrated this amazing trick with his tongue that had left her shaking for hours afterwards.
Still, even though their off duty hours were filled almost constantly with sex, they knew to keep it in their pants during missions. Most of the time. That memorable mission in the mansion showed them how hot mission sex was, so whenever they could, they would fuck while on the mission. One such example was their mission to the suburbia to find a terrorist cell, but in hindsight Beckman really should have realised what was going to happen. Their sexual escapades were not unknown to the tiny general, so if she thought that putting the two of them together in a nice house with the cover of a newly married couple was going to suddenly make them celibate, well she was sorely misguided. Their first night there had been wonderful, as Sarah had gotten a warm fuzzy feeling being called 'Mrs Carmichael' when Chuck came inside her, although she would have preferred 'Mrs Bartowski'. The morning after saw her making him pancakes in her short pink nightgown, which eventually led to Chuck licking maple syrup off her legs and breasts before bending her over the kitchen island and taking her from behind. And she did give him an extra special reward for not being seduced by Jill when they needed her help to find his father, no matter how hard the other woman tried. Sarah also took great joy in the vicious scowl on Jill's face when she thanked the brunette for teaching Chuck that trick with his tongue as she escorted her back to jail. And while Barstow wasn't technically a mission, having sex while on the run from a newly minted colonel was pretty intense.
That's not to say that everything had been sunshine and roses for Chuck and Sarah either. All relationships encounter problems, and those ones weren't as complicated as theirs. Her Santa themed lingerie hadn't gone over as well as she had hoped, as Chuck's thoughts were too preoccupied with having witnessed her execute someone in cold blood, even if it was to protect his family. And then there that thing with the Fulcrum agent she had been ordered to seduce. Chuck was a lot more confident these days, but being forced to listen to his girlfriend seduce and kiss another guy was pushing it a bit far. As for Sarah, well she spent the entire time feeling like crap, kissing a guy who wasn't Chuck, and thus hurting her sweet nerd, and kissing a guy who wasn't Chuck and therefore, didn't know what the hell he was doing. Then he turned out to be MI6 agent Cole Barker who she was then ordered to babysit while he was working with them on their mission, Beckman not fully trusting the foreign operative. Sarah quickly realised that the only difference between Barker and Larkin was the British accent of the former and that apparently all the intelligence agencies in the world bought their male agents at the same place; 'Jerks-R-Us'. They all seemed incapable of understanding that she was in… was with someone else. And when he left, got captured and tortured and then escaped to come back to Castle, he had the nerve to ask her to nurse him back to health. Well, she did put on the slutty nurse's outfit they had in Castle for missions and made sure he could see how it barely covered her ass and contained her breast. Then she took sadistic pleasure in putting on an unflattering trench coat over it before walking out of the spy base, making sure to tell Barker that her boyfriend had hurt his ankle and she needed to take care of him, leaving him to his own injuries and stunned expression.
And now here they were, one of the most important days of her friend's life, and one of the most important days of her life.
Sarah was mulling around the bridal suite with the other bridesmaids, daydreaming on the things she wanted Chuck to do to her after the wedding, and some things before the wedding was over, when the bride decided she needed the blonde's attention. "Sarah," Ellie asked, rudely interrupting her musings. "Do you know what's wrong with Chuck?"
She did know actually, although wasn't about to tell Ellie that. When they had gone to Black Rock to rescue Stephen Bartowski, he had redesigned the Fulcrum Intersect to actually remove the one in Chuck's head. Free from those chains, and the confirmation that Fulcrum head Ted Roarke had been killed in the airstrike that destroyed the Fulcrum Intersect, Beckman had announced that Operation Bartowski was over and that Casey and Sarah would be reassigned, the Colonel effective immediately while Sarah would remain until after the wedding for the sake of her cover. Hence why Chuck was sad. She knew he was glad to be rid of that thing in his head, but she also knew that he was going to miss her. And Casey too, to a smaller extent, but she knew that his feelings for her had not diminished in the slightest, and would have probably retained their intensity years after she left. Not that she could tell Ellie any of this.
"No I don't," she lied, easily convincing the doctor. "He was ok this morning when we woke up."
Ellie just snorted. "Given how you two like to wake up, I'm not surprised," she said snidely, causing the blonde to grin at her. "Well can't you blow him or something to make him happier? This is one of the most important days of my life and I need him to be happy."
Before Sarah could respond to the brunette's suggestion, one of Ellie's bridesmaids, Chloe or something, interjected. "Woah, woah Ellie," she said incredulously, her high pitched voice irritating the hell out of the spy. "Did you really just order your brother's girlfriend to give him a blow job?"
Again Ellie just snorted. "Like she needs encouragement," she said, rolling her eyes. "Those two make porn stars look like monks."
"We're not that bad Ellie," Sarah defended half-heartedly.
"Not that bad," Ellie dramatically cried. "I'm sorry, how many times have I had to bail you two out because you were arrested for public indecency?"
"Only three," the blonde answered simply.
"Only?" exclaimed Chloe, while the other bridesmaids stared at Sarah in shock.
"Pretty sure it was four," Ellie added.
"Well when you consider that we've done it in public about twenty times, being arrested three times isn't that bad," Sarah said nonchalantly. "And that fourth time, Chuck and I ended up having sex in the cell without being caught, so I figure that discounts that time."
Ellie just rolled her eyes, ignoring the looks of bewilderment from her other bridesmaids. "Look, my point is that my little brother is wandering around looking like someone has stolen his last cookie," she said with an authoritarian voice. "I need him to be happy today, and as his 'slutty' girlfriend, that's your job, so I need you to go make it happen."
Unable to argue with Ellie's logic, and most certainly unwilling to, Sarah left the bridal suite to find her boyfriend and do what she does best. Making him happy.
It wasn't hard to find the depressed guy walking around a happy event like a wedding. That and she seem to have an innate ability to find Chuck anywhere, very useful for when he gets kidnapped by Islamic extremists or rogue CIA agents. It was also helpful when she wanted a quickie in Castle during their work hours.
Once she found her cheer challenged boyfriend, she wordlessly grabbed his hand and dragged him off to the one of the empty rooms, drawing a token protest from the man in question. Throwing him into the room and locking the door behind her, Sarah turned to Chuck, eyeing his downed expression and admiring how good he looked in his suit. "What's up, Chuck," she said, getting a grin from the former Intersect as she placed her hands on her hips.
"I'm surprised that that's the first time I've ever heard that from you," he said, as she noticed his smile didn't quite reach his eyes.
Knowing a deflection when she heard one, Sarah pressed forward. "Seriously though what's up," she questioned, her heart hurting as she saw his grin faded as quickly as it had appeared. "It's your sister's wedding Chuck, and you're moping around like your favourite team lost."
"You know I don't follow football," he tried to deflect again, although the glare Sarah sent him let him know that he was unsuccessful. He sighed, knowing he'd have to come clean. "I know I should be happy, but it's just so hard, knowing that you'll be gone soon."
Sarah sighed. Yes she had figured that was bothering him. "I know Chuck," she whispered softly, trying to reassure him while not giving herself away. "But it's your sister's wedding and you need to be happy, at least for her sake. This is supposed to be the happiest day of her life and it won't be if her beloved little brother is being miserable."
"You're right," he relented, although still unable to hid his misery.
The blonde super spy was struck by an idea. "Tell you what," she said sultrily. "If you spend the rest of the day with a smile on your face then I'll give you a surprise later tonight after the reception."
The idea would have usually perked Chuck right up, but even the promise of sex wasn't really getting through to him. Still, he certainly wasn't adverse to the idea. "One last tumble before we're over huh," he questioned, smiling forlornly. "I guess I can force a smile for that."
Sarah nodded, his depressed look breaking her heart. It almost made her want to change her mind, but she held firm. Then she remembered Ellie's demands. "You know," she whispered seductively, as she began undoing his fly. "Ellie did order me to suck you off if it would help your mood. And a good spy always follows orders."
Chuck audibly gulped as Sarah kneeled in front of him, her dainty hand fishing out his hardening rod. Wasting no time at all, and not allowing him the opportunity to protest, she lifted his cock so it was pointing to the roof and began licking the bottom of his shaft like an ice cream, going all the way from his balls to his tip. The self-proclaimed nerd moaned at the feeling of Sarah's nimble tongue tracing lines on his penis, gently weaving his hands through her hair. Normally he'd be worried about being caught getting a blow job in an empty room on his sister's wedding day, but after having sex with Sarah Walker almost constantly for five months, any aversion to PDA, and that includes sex in public, he had was basically now non-existent.
Sarah, having grown bored of just licking him, and remembering that they didn't have a lot of time, placed her lips upon the tip of his manhood and began sucking on the bulbous head before working her mouth down his entire length. While she hadn't been able to take the whole thing the first time she blew him, she had been pretty close, and after a lot of practice it was actually quite easy for her now to get his all of his large member down her throat.
"Oh fuck Sarah," her lover moaned, as she began to bob her head up and down his cock. "Fuck, your slutty mouth feels so good on my cock."
She merely looked up at him and gave him her usual blow job smile, which was more about her beautiful blue eyes and less about her occupied mouth. She still got aroused when he referred to her as his slut, something Ellie would sometimes tease her about, having had the misfortune to of walking in on them when they were really getting into the slut and master thing. Although they had to be careful, because if she got too worked up then she was liable to push him to the ground and ride him until he begged for mercy, and they really didn't have time for that.
Reminding herself of the need for urgency, she picked up her pace, moving her head faster while using her hand to gently massage his scrotum. Chuck, who too realised they were at a wedding and thus needed to be quick, began using his hands to assist the movements of Sarah's head, effectively fucking her face. When she felt his testicles tighten, she knew he was about to cum, and her only warning was her sweet nerd pulling her head down his shaft as far as it would go, making her choke slightly at the suddenness, before preparing herself for the torrent of semen that erupted from Chuck's cock and straight down her throat. Like so many times before, she swallowed everything he gave her, although slightly disappointed that she couldn't taste him.
Once he had finished depositing his load, his hands relaxed and she was able to move her head off from his appendage, dragging her mouth along the piece of man flesh, cleaning it as she went, and getting to enjoy a small amount of one of her favourite flavours. Satisfied that he was clean enough, she fully removed herself from him. "Happy now," she said smugly to her boyfriend as she tucked his penis back into his pants.
Chuck gave a small laugh, his mood significantly better than it had been five minutes ago. "You're going to kill me tonight, aren't you?" he asked, panting slightly from his powerful climax. "By the way your lip stick is kind of messed up."
Sarah just smiled at him as she stood up. "I figured as much, although it's a small price to pay don't you think?" she said, licking her lips erotically. "Come find me when the reception is over and we'll head over to my place for your surprise."
With that, she turned around and left the room where she had just sucked him off, giving her hips an extra sway for his benefit. Chuck just shook his head a bit after she had exited, a genuine smile gracing his face.
True to his word, Chuck was smiling for the rest of the wedding, although Sarah could tell that it was at least partially forced. Still it was enough for Ellie, who had rolled her eyes and groaned as she realised by Sarah's smudged lipstick that she had followed the bride's orders to the letter. He even managed to keep smiling when they left the reception at almost midnight, although they had snuck away after the speeches for a quickie in a supply closet, which had probably helped in that regard. It was when they were riding up to her room in the elevator that she saw Chuck struggling to keep smiling, his emotional strength draw to an end. Once again she found herself wanting to drop her charade and just tell him, but she held strong. Her plan had to go perfectly, and they only had several more steps between them and their destination.
When Sarah opened the door to her room, they were greeted by the sight of a typical romantically prepared room. Unbeknownst to Chuck, the blonde super-spy had called ahead several hours beforehand to have the hotel staff prepare the room for their arrival. For the most part they had done a good job. There were pink and red rose petals on the bed, a bucket of ice with a bottle of champagne and vanilla scented candles strategically placed around the room, and if everything had gone to plan, a bowl of chocolate coated strawberries in the room's mini-fridge. In fact everything would have been perfect, had it not been for the giant asshole in the middle of the room.
"Bryce?" Sarah exclaimed, too shocked by his appearance to be anything else. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Thought I'd surprise you," Bryce Larkin said arrogantly before noticing Chuck. "Thanks for bringing her back safe buddy. You can go home now. I'll take real good care of her."
If Bryce had said those words five months ago, Chuck's face would have fallen like a rock and he would have sulked all the way to back to Ellie's apartment where he would gorge himself on cheese balls. That Chuck, however, had not been having crazy sex all over Los Angeles with a blonde hottie, and while the Barker episode had proven that he still had insecurities when it came to Sarah and other men, there was one thing he had no doubt about; how Sarah felt about Bryce Larkin, which was negatively. Very negatively.
"Bryce," Sarah repeated, her shock making way for early signs of anger. "Why are you here?"
"I'm going to be the new host of the Intersect," he replied, unaware of the hostility coming from the blonde. "And I thought now that Operation Bartowski with over and the Intersect will be uploaded into a real spy, that you and I could restart our partnership just like we used to. Larkin and Walker; just like old times. Oh and by the way I helped myself to the strawberries in the fridge. Not really my thing but they weren't bad."
Bryce Larkin had been a spy for roughly seven years, and he was still alive because he was a damn good one. What Bryce wasn't though, was a good boyfriend. He had been Sarah's partner for three years and her lover for a little less and yet he never really picked up the subtle hints would have made him aware of her moods. Chuck Bartowski on the other hand was hyper-sensitive to everything about Sarah and could tell by her furrowed brow, tightly clenched fists and grinding teeth that he was glad he wasn't the other man.
Wordlessly, Sarah quickly marched to the smug agent, whose smirked simply widen, before quickly grabbing the champagne bottle and swinging, catching Bryce's stunned face in the jaw and knocking him to the ground.
"YOU FREAKING ASSHOLE," she screamed as Bryce helplessly lay on the ground, rubbing the bottle shaped mark on his perfect face. "DID YOU HONESTLY THINK I WAS GOING TO PUT UP WITH BEING YOUR PARTNER AND DEALING WITH YOUR CONSTANTLY FLIRTING, YOUR CRAPPY INNUENDOS AND YOUR PATHETIC ATTEMPTS TO GET ME INTO BED? ESPECIALLY WHEN I'M NOT EVEN A SPY ANY MORE?!"
"Wait, what?" came from both the man in front of her and the man behind her.
Realising what she had let slip, she glanced at Chuck, whose forced smile had been replaced by a true smile as he grasped the meaning of her words, the smile that was just for her. And now she had to share it with Bryce. 'Dammit, it wasn't supposed to happen this way' she thought, although her disappointment was elevated by Chuck's happiness.
"You heard me," she growled as she turned her attention back to her ex. "I turned in my resignation to Beckman yesterday. And as I have no missions pending, she approved it on the spot. As of yesterday, CIA Agent Sarah Walker no longer exists."
"But what about us?" Bryce queried, unable to remove the surprise from his face.
If possible, it seemed Sarah's glared intensified. "There is no 'us' asshole," she spat. "We stopped being 'us' the moment I met Chuck."
Bryce remained silent for a moment, as if trying to process what Sarah was saying. "So what now, Sarah," he asked, his tone becoming more arrogant. "You're just going to fade into civilian life, live in domestic 'bliss' with Chuck here?"
Sarah nodded without a single moment of hesitation, causing her sweet nerd to light up like a Christmas tree. Bryce simply snorted in response. "Please," he scoffed. "I know you Sarah, you'll be bored by the end of day one."
The blonde woman's eyes narrowed. "You know me, huh," she hissed softly. "Then tell Bryce, what's my favourite kind of pizza or how I like my burgers? Or my favourite flowers? How about my favourite breakfast food, or how I feel about mornings in general?"
Bryce was stunned again for a moment. "Well… I don't really know," he stuttered, unable to come up with the answers. "But all of that's superficial stuff."
Sarah nodded in agreement. "You're right," she said before cutting off any smug retort. "But superficial is what's on the surface, the stuff that you could have easily found out if you had payed attention. If you weren't able to figure out those things then why would you think you know me at all? You seem to think that I'm an adrenaline junky that can't handle the slower pace of civilian life. But you couldn't be more wrong."
She then paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before exhaling, releasing some of her rage. "Chuck," she addressed the other man. "Answer those questions for Bryce please."
Chuck nodded, unsure of where she was going with this, but willing to do what she asked anyway. "Your favourite pizza is vegetarian without olives," he stated with no hesitation as he answered the most basic questions about Sarah Walker. "You like your burgers medium rare with extra pickles, your favourite flowers are gardenias and while you hate mornings a little less than you hate Bryce at the minute, they're always made better by a couple of chocolate croissants."
Sarah nodded at each answer, confirming their accuracy. "You see Bryce," she said, staring down at him. "Chuck knows all that stuff because he wanted to get to know me and because he actually looked. You never saw that stuff because you never looked. You never wanted to know me."
"But Sarah, get real," the arrogant man again scoffed. "You're seriously going to leave me for a nerd like Chuck?"
Once again Sarah nodded without hesitation. "I wouldn't have ever left the CIA for you Bryce," she claimed easily. "He's a kind, generous man who always puts others first, especially his lover, and is hung like a bull. You on the other hand are narcissistic, selfish and arrogant and wouldn't recognise a woman cumming if it hit you in the face."
She paused, staring at the fallen man before her who was still rubbing his jaw, although whether from being hit with a bottle or disbelief at her claims, she wasn't sure. It didn't matter anyway, she was done with him. "I think you should leave now Bryce," she stated, her glare leaving no room for argument. "Chuck and I are civilians and unless your current assignment involves us in any form, you really have no business being here."
You didn't survive long as a spy unless you knew when to withdraw and given the glare he was receiving from her, Bryce felt that if he didn't leave that minute, then she would start at the most horrible method of her list of two hundred ways to kill someone and work her way down the list. Lifting himself off of the floor, he silently dusted himself off, Sarah's piercing look never leaving his form. Shooting a quick sneer towards Chuck, who seemed amused at the other man's predicament, he stalked out of the room and slammed the door behind him.
For several moments, Chuck just stared at Sarah, who seemed to be pensive, both not really sure what to say. "So," Chuck finally broke the silence. "You're really staying for good?"
Sarah turned to face him, smiling brightly at him as she nodded. "Yes Chuck," she confirmed, motioning for him to take a seat as she opened the champagne and filled the two flutes. "I'm staying here, with you. That's if you'll have me?" she added with a teasing grin.
The former Intersect let out an amused snort. "As if I would ever refuse you anything," he said with smile, taking the glass handed to him as Sarah took her place in the other seat. "But what about all that stuff before, about you only knowing how to be a spy? You didn't do it just for me did you, because you didn't need to do that?"
"I didn't do it just for you Chuck, although not wanting to hurt you was a part of it," she stated, taking a small sip from her glass after tapping it against Chuck's. "On our first night together I told you that I only knew how to be a spy and nothing else. Well that hasn't really changed at all. I am a spy Chuck, that's what I am and that's all I've ever been. Even as a child, conning with my dad, it was almost like practice for when I became a spy. For me, leaving the spy world and living as a civilian, it'd be like living in a foreign country where they don't speak English and I don't speak their language."
She paused for a moment, glancing at Chuck, who was enraptured by her heartfelt speech. "Until I met you, being a spy is all I thought I could want or I could be," she continued. "But then you come along, with your kind eyes and gorgeous grin and curly hair that makes sexy animal shapes and you showed me something that I could never have imagine wanting, and yet now I can't imagine not having. I'm not sure if I can't live without, but I sure as hell am not willing to try. Living without you would be like living underwater."
"I can't live without you either," Chuck said honestly, albeit unnecessarily.
Despite Sarah knowing this beyond a doubt, it was still good to hear. "I know," she smiled at him.
"So Beckman just let you go, without two weeks' notice or anything?" he asked her.
The blonde just nodded. "It was kind of weird, she seemed to be expecting it," she answered, frowning at the memory. Beckman's reaction to her resignation had surprised her. "She said that intelligence operatives had to be able to put the security of the nation before everything else and that once that was no longer the case, their effectiveness as an agent was impact. According to her it was the optimal time to quit, having just finished a mission and not having started another. I'll still have to have a few psych evals to make sure I'm not a danger to society or likely to turn traitor, but all of those can be done from the CIA's field office in LA."
Chuck just look perplexed at Sarah's explanation. "They seriously just let you go, just like that," he asked, confused by the actions of the tiny spymistress.
"Yea I know, I honestly thought I'd have to try harder to keep," she said in agreement, before giving Chuck a brilliant smile. "I guess they thought that I was so compromised that I wouldn't be as effective in the field. Can't say I'd disagree."
Chuck wanted to disagree, vehemently, to say that she could never be anything less than amazing, but she already knew what he thought of her, and it was all kind of moot anyway. Upon realising something, Chuck's face turned into a frown. "Hang on a second," he said, his expression turning to one of annoyance. "I've been moping about all day because I thought you were leaving and you knew this would make me feel better and deliberately kept it from me?"
Sarah's smile turned sheepish. "Um yeah, well that was me being selfish again," she explained to the frowning man. "I knew when I told you, you'd break out into this gorgeous smile that was pure 'Chuck' and I kind of wanted that smile all to myself. Of course if I knew I would end up sharing it with Bryce freaking Larkin, I would have told you right after I told Beckman."
Although he was still annoyed that Sarah made him feel like that for the entire day, her explanation was pretty adorable. "But there is still something else I need to tell you," Sarah said lovingly, her voice soft and full of affection. "And along as that asshole doesn't barge in, I get this all to myself."
The now former CIA agent stood up from her chair and relocated herself onto Chuck's lap, his arms snaking their way around her waist. "Chuck Bartowski," she whispered to him, her hands cupping the sides of his face as she stared into his brown eyes. "On our first night together you told me you loved me. I'm sorry it's taken this long, especially when you deserved to hear it then and there, but now I can tell you, without any fear whatsoever, that I love you, more than anything else."
The smile that appeared on Chuck's face, the smile that she had been waiting for all day, could have rivalled the sun, and this one she didn't have to share. He leaned forward to capture her lips with his in a sweet and gentle kiss that spoke of the love he felt for her. Sarah returned the kissed, and the message it conveyed, making sure she told Chuck in every way possible about her feelings for him. Finally, she moved her face away, his face showing disappointment from the loss of contact, but still unbelievably happy. She got off of his lap and walked over to the double bed in her room, undoing the zipper of her dress.
"I believe I promised you a surprise if you kept smiling for the rest of the day," she said huskily, letting the bridesmaid dress fall unceremoniously to the full, leaving her completely naked save for the light coloured stockings and garter belt. "Would you like it now?"
Chuck gave an enthusiastic nod, quickly discarding his own clothing as he joined her at the bedside. She let out a squeal of delight as he threw her onto the bed, causing some of the petals to fly off, before crawling on top of her, rubbing his hardening rod as he rubbed it against her soaking entrance. "Oh Mr Bartowski," she cooed playfully as she reached for his member, stroking it to make it harder. "What nefarious plans you do have for such a scary piece of manhood?"
"Well, seeing as my slut decided to leave me in the lurch for the most of the day, I think she needs to be punished," he said, smirking as his words sent a shiver through the woman beneath him. "Don't you."
She pouted playfully. "But master," she said in a sultry tone. "Haven't I been good in every other ways today?"
"Hmm," he hummed as he inserted his cock head into her pussy, before pulling it out and making Sarah moan in disappointment. "You did give an excellent blow job early, and it did make me feel better. But it still doesn't really make up for not telling me."
She moaned again as Chuck ran the tip of his member along her dripping slit. "Please master," she begged. "I'm sorry for not telling you, I really am. Please, fuck me master, please fuck your slut."
Chuck couldn't help but grin at her desperation. "Begging won't work this time," he growled into her ear, continuing to tease with his dick. "I'm going to need something else from you this time."
"Oh please master, please Chuck," the blonde cried, frantic to feel him inside of her. "I promise, I'm yours forever, only yours, to fuck and love and do whatever else you want to for the rest of our lives. I'll never, ever leave your side, please Chuck just fuck me."
The words she used weren't exactly new. While they had been uttered at varying stages of their relationship, they had always come with the undertone of 'limited time only'. But now, after everything they had been through, Chuck knew that when she said those words, there was nothing but the absolute truth. "So my slut wants to be fucked, for the rest of our lives, eh" he said with a smirk as he lined himself up. "Guess I better get started on that."
The blonde simply hummed her agreement as Chuck's throbbing cock plunged into her depths. Normally, he would have liked to tease her a bit more than he did, but truth was he really couldn't take any more, and was simply too happy to think any more about retribution. Besides, he had the rest of his life to please and tease her. He wasted no time in inserting himself as far as he could go, earning a delicious moan from Sarah when he touched her wall. "Oh god Chuck," she cried, wrapping her arms and legs around his body. "Fuck me, my master. Fuck your little slut as hard as you can."
Even though he had heard those words many, many times in the last five months, they were words that he never got tired of hearing and that never did he fail to heed them. He quickly built up speed until he was hammering her good and hard, her body tightly squeezing him wherever they were joined. "God Sarah," he grunted, thrusting hard into her. "Your cunt feels so good around me. Even after all this time, it's still so fucking tight."
"I do… exercises to keep it… tight," she moaned in response, glorifying in the sensation of Chuck pounding her and rapidly approaching her peak. "Tight for… my master's… big… hard… CHUCK!"
Sarah screamed as she came, the muscles in her pussy tightening around the hard piece of invading flesh. It was enough to push Chuck over the edge as well. "FUCK SARAH," he shouted as he gave once last thrust before he filled her with his seed. "I LOVE YOU!"
The beautiful blonde tightened her legs around his waist, holding him in place as she marvelled for the millionth time, in the feeling of Chuck's sperm painting her insides white, her womanhood massaging him to milk every drop. She grabbed his face and pulled him into a raunchy kiss, abandoning any pretence of being gentle, although garnered no complaint from the man in question. Even after he had finished cumming, he remained on top of her in her embrace, simply enjoying her breasts against his chest and the feeling of her body wrapped around his. "I love you," Sarah whispered softly to him, gently break their kiss as she stroked his hair. "My master, my sweet nerd, my Chuck."
Chuck simply smiled at her. "And I love you," he spoke with equal softness. "My slut, my kiss ass ninja girl, my Sarah."
He then removed himself from her depths, causing Sarah to groan at the loss of contact, before he snaked his arm underneath her and pulled her towards him. She snuggled her body into his, nuzzled his fine chest hairs as she inhaled his scent, letting out a small yawn, causing her lover to let out a low chuckle. "Seriously you're done?" he questioned with an amused tone. "After five months of almost constant sex, you're done after a blow job, a quickie and a single bout of intercourse?"
"It's been a long day," she defended weakly, stifling another yawn. "Besides what's the rush? I have to check out of here by ten tomorrow, and Ellie and Devon are leaving for their honeymoon, so you're apartment will be completely empty, and trust me we will be making the most of that. After that, we'll have the rest of our lives to fuck each other into sexual bliss."
"The rest of our lives," Chuck echoed with a smile. "I like the sound."
"Mmhmm, so you better get your sleep while you can mister, because who knows when I'll let you sleep again," she said with a smirk before her expression turned sombre for a moment. "There's just one more thing I want to tell you, something I've never told anyone before," and noticing his curious expression, she took a deep breath before continuing. "My name… my real name… is Samantha Lisa Rhodes."
Chuck's eyes widening in surprise, before smiling at her. "Thank you," he replied honestly, truly appreciative of the gift she had given him. "It means a lot to me, that you'd tell me your birth name."
"Don't worry, I'll tell you everything else eventually," she said, yawning again as she closed her eyes. "And I can't really think of anyone else more deserving to know this stuff. You're the first person who wanted to know me, and I'm sorry it's taken me this long to open up, but now there's nothing holding me back."
The former Intersect host just smiled at her, pulling her closer to him, if that was possible. "Like I said I appreciate you telling me, but you don't have to," he whispered into her hair. "You're my Sarah, and that's all that really matters."
Her response was a possessive whisper of "my Chuck" before they both fell to slumber.
When Sarah woke the following morning, it was to an empty bed. Grumbling as she patted the side of the side that should have contained a lanky nerd, she instead hit nothing but bed linen and rose petals. Pulling back her hand, she rubbed the sleep out her eyes and tried to focus through her sleepy haze. She vaguely remembered Chuck telling her he was going to get some breakfast sometime after seven, but now it was almost eight. Surely it didn't take that long to get some breakfast.
The sound of someone fiddling with the electronic lock on the door snapped Sarah out of her daze, her spy mode fully engaging. All sorts of scenarios went through her head; was it Mercenaries? Assassins? Or did remnants of Fulcrum found out where she lived? It took a minute of wild theories to pass through her mind before she remembered the she had left the spy life, and while it wasn't impossible that someone was coming after her, it sure as hell wasn't likely.
Her fears were completely allayed when the opening door revealed the man who should have been asleep next to her. "Where have you been mister," she scolded, annoyed that she had been deprived of early morning snuggling.
Chuck nervously grinned at her, sensing her irritation. He held up the brown paper bag in one hand and two cups of coffee in the other. "I got us some breakfast," he replied as he closed the door behind him and made his way to the small table in the room. "Chocolate croissants from the nearby bakery."
Despite her displeasure, she smiled brightly at him. After all it was hard to fault him to leaving their bed when he went to the effort to bring her favourite breakfast food, and the coffee was most likely just how she liked it as well. However she then reminded herself that Chuck had been gone for almost an hour, and a trip to the nearby bakery shouldn't have taken longer than twenty minutes. "If you just went to the bakery, then why have you been gone for almost an hour?" she asked, frowning at him.
Her eyes narrowed started as Chuck audibly gulped. "I-I-I went to Ellie's for a bit," he stammered under the former spy's gaze. "There was something I needed to get. Something that belonged to my mother."
Her brow furrowed in confusion. "We're leaving here soon anyway to go back there," she reminded him, questioning Chuck's actions. "It couldn't have waited another hour or two?"
The nervous nerd shook his head. "No it couldn't," he stated, still tense as he kneeled before at the side of the bed. "I'm done waiting."
Sarah's confusion increased until she saw Chuck pull from his pocket a small red box, her eyes widening in disbelief. "Chuck…" she whispered, her mind going to natural conclusions.
"I'm done waiting, Sarah," he repeated, opening the lid to reveal, and confirmed to her that there was a diamond ring inside. "I know our relationship was only just graduated from cover to real, but I just can't wait Sarah. We've wasted so much time between the spy life and both of our asshole exes and I don't want to waste any more time. Sarah Walker, will you marry me?"
Sarah wasn't usually taken surprise by anything, but it seemed that having her sweet nerd in her life was just one surprise after another, and this time was no different. She was stunned into silence, trying to process that the man she loved asked for her hand in marriage. It almost took her a minute to realise that she still hadn't answered perhaps the easiest question she'd ever been asked. "Yes," she said hurriedly, as if the word couldn't come out fast enough. "Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, God yes Chuck. Yes I'll marry you."
Once again Chuck out into the incredible smile of his, the one that made her fall in love with him all over again. He took her hand and slid the diamond ring onto her ring finger, to which she then held it up to get a better look at it. It wasn't the most extravagant diamond she had ever seen, but it was beautiful in its simplicity and more importantly, it was the ring given to her by Chuck, so everything else was irrelevant. Lowering her hand, which now weighed slightly more, she grabbed her now fiancé and pulled him onto the bed. "You know," she began as she unbuttoned his shirt. "We don't have to leave until ten, and we've never had sex in a hotel room as an engaged couple before, so who knows when we'll get another chance."
Chuck simply smiled at her, his fiancé, happier than he had ever been. And it was only going to get better.
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