Author's Note: Wow…these things take FOREVER to write. I did enjoy putting it together though.
This is the first time I've updated a story. It feels kinda nice. I plan on updating my story "How to Say Goodbye" soon with several more chapters. I currently have 4 additional chapters sitting on my hard drive. I'm just waiting for my Beta guy to get back to me.
I never thought I would continue this story when I posted it. Those of you who reviewed, favorited, and followed—thank you. Those notifications spurned me on. What they say about those things being our "compensation" is oh so true. I think I might just write through "Chuck Versus the Lethal Weapon" and further. I've already been thinking about it.
I've been re-watching that episode, and I didn't like it when I first saw it, or "Beefcake". Like I said— Charah addict. Now when I watch it, all I can think is "HAHA! I'm re-writing you sucker!"
I hope you like this just as much as the last chapter.
A Happily Slept after, and A Good Morning to You
Sarah smoothly awakens. She's enjoying the time 24-hour protective detail gives Chuck and her. However, Chuck broke with her…again. She remembers the pain of that moment, and she feels it once again. Her eyes look down in dismay behind her eyelids, and her body tenses a bit.
She remembers, in light of that pain, the seeming escape that Cole has been offering. It's worthless, but in the situation her feelings give her the emotional vulnerability of a prostitute in post-war Berlin, salivating over free stockings of chocolate.
Suddenly, she returns to earth. Her eyes start opening. She feels a comfortable warmth enveloping her. She remembers. Her body tenses, but this time in excitement. A grin grows on her face, her cheeks moving against Chuck's skin.
She bites down on her lip, and starts to gradually feel wet as she remembers the sex…Wait…no, sex is too trivial of a word to describe it. The first time…they made love…rocked each others world's…the first time she experienced such intense intimacy.
She raises her head to watch him still sleeping. She's seen him sleep, both in person, and from surveillance. This is the first time he seems to be…peaceful. It makes her tingle pleasurably, understanding the "coincidence", that this phenomenon has only just started after last night.
…God he's so cute…especially when he sleeps….
She raises her left hand to caress the side of his face. He stirs awake. Her heart race increases, anticipating the moment they lock eyes. He slowly rubs her shoulder. His hand further down her body slowly rubs there.
She shuts her eyes for a second focusing on the feeling. He smiles, his eyes not quite open. It's as if he was making she's there. His eyes open and meet hers. They share a look of love and adoration, sending a few volts of electricity through them both. The smile she wears could break her face.
"Good morning Sarah. How'd you sleep.", he asks
Sarah doesn't respond for moment, looking for a sincere response that doesn't sound mundane. She gives up, and simply attacks his lips. As their tongues cross into each others mouths, he caresses her face.
….I think that counts as sincere….
The room sees to get hotter. It's like someone tuned up a generator a few notches. They come up for air after about…six seconds.
As they break the kiss, they're borderline panting. They both realize that if they were to go any further, they might not be able to delay the next round. It reality neither of them truly want to delay another round, but the circumstances aren't always in their favor.
"Alright.", he breathes with a chuckle.
"I take it you slept well."
Sarah simply smiles, her chin resting on her linked hands, looking right up at him.
….You have nooooo idea…..
"You know, this whole 24-hour surveillance thing isn't so bad.", he says teasingly.
….no….it's absolutely perfect…..
She giggles.
"At least you didn't have to move in with Casey."
His eyes widen in shock for moment at the image, and she laughs.
It's not lost on either of them— they've never felt this good waking up in their life before now.
"We should get ready.", says Sarah more or less ending their early morning bonding.
The next thing they think of is showering. Sarah has the urge to shower…with Chuck. She slides up so that her lips are next to his left ear. They both shiver a bit as her breasts drag across his chest.
"I think we should continue what we started last night, in the shower. Hmmm…?", she whispers hotly.
Chuck stiffens and blushes, moaning slightly at the way her breathe feels on his ear.
"No…", he squeaks.
The heat starts to retract. She pulls back to look him in the eyes, slightly worried and tense. She blushes, wondering if that was too much. She slowly starts to retreat back into her walls.
Chuck seems to read her, as he remedies the situation with his next words. He reaches forward a bit. His expression is that of worry and exasperation.
"I mean, sex in the shower, with you, sounds really hot and all. I just don't want to do it with Ellie and Awesome around."
He cringes a bit both externally and inwardly, imagining his sister and Awesome catching him with Sarah in the shower.
She relaxes, and subtly releases a breath she didn't know she was holding.
"I'll go check."
They both feel a noticeable loss as she gets off of him and slides off the bed. He watches in total awe as she simply and shameless walks up to the door naked, her breasts bouncing a bit with every step. She cracks open the door and peeks out just enough. Half of him wants to tell her to put clothes on for the sake of Ellie and Awesome. The other half is too stunned at her beauty, just standing there…with nothing on.
She already closes the door and pouts slightly. She notices his expression, and smiles at him, feeling a bit nervous.
"What?"
Chuck doesn't really have a proper response, still agape.
"Uh…nothing..You are just so..so..so beautiful."
She smiles saucily at him. She walks back to the bed in a sensual saunter, her hips saying, her breasts dancing along.
He completely freezes up, which she finds cute and flattering. She gets back into her last position, and pouts adorably.
"They're here, in the kitchen."
He frowns a bit in turn, making her smile, as it completely clears up for her any reservations he may have about being in the shower together.
Considering where they've jumped to in their relationship, and the fact they've been looking at each other naked since the previous night, it feels fairly natural that they'd share the bathroom as the other takes a shower.
He slides out from underneath her to go get started with brushing his teeth. She stops him, her hand on his arm.
"Where do you think you're going?", she asks with only slight seriousness.
Chuck crinkles his eyebrows in confusion.
"What?… Do you want to use the bathroom alone?"
"Our good morning kiss!", she says as if it's obvious.
He motions his hand between them.
"Wasn't that kiss you gave me when we woke up technically the good morning kiss? I mean, it was pretty long and intense."
"No you nerd—."
She says it with a playful smile, mock annoyance, and pokes his chest.
"That was our "you made forget my name last night, and I slept great kiss". This is our good morning kiss."
She pulls him back, and leans forward to give him a relatively long tender kiss. They stop and open their eyes three seconds later. They both smile, and she lets him go reluctantly. He walks over to the other end of the bed, where their clothes have been strewn. She can't help but eye his rear, realizing it's going to be a slight disappointment the moment he gets dressed. He puts on the pajama pants and shirt from the night before, and walks out to the bathroom.
As the door closes, Sarah lays back for second staring at the ceiling, her limbs sprawled out, a big content smile on her face. She takes it all in. Chuck comes back through the door. She turns to him. He's holding a towel. He walks up and gives it to her with a peck on the lips. A little jolt of electricity shoots through her as they kiss. As if that's anything new. One thing she's always tried to ignore is that whenever they kiss, she's left wanting more.
"Here."
It's sweet, and a little thing no one has ever really done for her. She could certainly get used to this. He heads back to the bathroom. She gets off the bed and wraps the towel around herself, and follows after him. As she enters, he's putting toothpaste on his already wet toothbrush. It appears he's turned on the radio in there. A song comes on that the announcer calls "Your love keeps lifting me higher", by Jackie Wilson. She walks over to the shower. She can see that Chuck is watching her in the reflection of the glass. She pretends not to notice it…as she slowly and sensuously lets the towel drop. Chuck stops making progress, his eye wide, and his hand moving the toothbrush in the same spot over and over again. She opens the shower door, steps in, and starts her shower. She's quick, yet sultry with every aspect of cleaning herself. With every moment, Chuck's toothbrush moves slower and slower, until he completely loses focus. It even starts to make her feel hot and horny.
Sarah opens the shower, and picks up the towel. Chuck manages to tear away, and goes back to brushing his teeth. They aren't worried about surveillance outside the bedroom either, as Sarah has already customized it for her personal use.
She dries off as much as she can, and then wraps the towel around her. She walks up to the sink to brush her teeth as well. Chuck tries clumsily to multi task, wetting her toothbrush, and putting toothpaste on it, all while still brushing his own teeth with the other hand.
Of course she could have done herself just fine, but it's so sweet of him and cute to watch him try. He hands her the toothbrush, which has a blob of toothpaste crudely sitting part way and hanging part way off the tooth brush. She smiles and takes it gingerly.
"Thank you.", she says in a singsongy voice.
As they brush their teeth, they turn to gaze at each other, that same look they shared that morning. The both chuckle at each other, as they are sharing their "number 1" look of love and adoration…with the toothpaste and toothbrushes filling their mouths. The awkwardness of chuckling with their mouths full in this manner makes them chuckle even more. Feeling it a bit too risky to brush their teeth while amused, they spit and laugh at each other. They wash off the toothpaste.
….Brushing our teeth tandem style….
They look up at each other lustfully, still feeling the heat from Sarah's "shower show".
"I think we forgot some things in the bedroom.", she says a bit saucily.
"You sure about that? I think we have everything.", he says, clearly not taking a hint.
She gets slightly annoyed. Her tone shows this a bit.
"Chuck, I am ready and willing for the next round… I can see you are as well."
The saucy smile returns, and she takes a step forward to rub his hardened length through his flannel pants.
….Perhaps this should convince him…
He stiffens and moans. He grabs her hand to stop it.
"Not in here.", he says with a harsh whisper.
Sarah's smile increases. Not wasting another moment, they speed walk back to the bedroom.
He can take a shower in a little bit.
He leans down to kiss, she grabs his head to make it go faster. As their tongues compete for supremacy, and they start to moan, they walk back towards the bed, their hands moving all over each others bodies. She tosses the towel. He picks her up, hands on her upper thighs, still a bit wet from the shower, and tosses her on the bed. She squeals in delight and surprise, even more turned on. He moves over her, and drops down to suck on and nibble her neck. She moans and shudders a bit as he hits the "special spot". She wraps her right hand around his neck and her left arm around his lower back, as he moves down her collar bone, and to the valley between her breasts. She shudders some more. He places a hand on either breast, massaging both. She gasps. Her head drops back, her eyes closing slightly in pleasure.
….Yes…
He's about to use his talented mouth, but she decides she wants him inside her now, and that they don't have a lot of time. She's wet and horny as it is.
She grabs the bottom end of his shirt with both hands, and pulls upwards. Simultaneously, she raises her legs to wrap her toes around the top edges of his boxers and pants, and tugs down smoothly. Chuck, knowing she is quite capable of tearing that shirt, stretches his arms forward. He rolls over and kicks off everything else. He gets back in position, and starts to resume his last task.
She grabs him by the hair, and pulls him up to meet her eyes. They kiss passionately for second.
"Inside me..now.", she commands with an intense hazy stare.
Looking absently at her lips, he drops down his hips and reaches for his member. He grabs it, and traces the tip until he finds her center. Her breath hitches with a moan and she squirms a bit as it slides across her very moist nether lips. He returns his focus to her eyes, and enters her to the hilt with one hard thrust. Her back arches. She throws back her head with a gasp and an uneven moan, trying to quiet herself in the light of the fact that they aren't alone in his home.
Sarah wraps her legs tightly around his waist, sending a little jolt of electricity as it rubs her clitoris against his pelvis. The feeling is just so perfect every time…them being united, physically and spiritually.
Chuck thrusts again, wrapping his arms around her, breathing against the side of her neck. The hotness of his breath makes her heart race more, and sends a few more volts through her body.
"Faster.", she breathes into his ear.
He pauses for a moment, and then starts pumping into her non-stop, with a feral grunt, slamming his pelvis into her clitoris every time. The sudden complete quickening of his pace catches her a bit off guard.
…..Holy F…..
Sarah moans sporadically, her mind going blank, her eyes rolling back. One of her hands instinctively tugs at his hair, and the other digs its fingers into his lower back. She manages to find the clearheadedness to bite down on his shoulders to suppress the moans.
Any pain Chuck feels he simply ignores putting all focus into his thrusts. He does like when she tugs at his hair though. He can't really explain it. He just does
As they loose themselves to each other, it's like going off to their own private heaven, that only their souls combined can unlock the gates to.
Eventually she meets his thrusts. It doesn't take long. He climaxes with a grunting moan, and loses all conscious thought for a moment.
"God I love you Sarah.", he moans without even realizing it.
She holds him even tighter, and the orgasm suddenly feels imminent.
He thrusts a few more times. She instantly follows. Her vision fills with stars. Her body convulses. Her back arches. It flows through her body like a nuclear reaction. To keep herself from screaming too loudly, she bites down on her lip so hard it bleeds. As she comes down, her legs and arms slip off of him to her sides, sprawled out. She patiently waits for conscious thought to return, her eyes droopy.
Chuck tries desperately to keep himself from falling on her, his arms trembling. He lets his left arm collapse, and he rolls onto his side, panting along with her. He watches her coming down, and can't help but stare in awe. He finds it hard to believe that he caused this. It's just such a wonderful thing to see.
….God You're so beautiful…God You're so beautiful….God I love you…God I love you….
She turns to him, smiling stupidly and with some surprise.
…This is just gonna get better and better…isn't it?…
Sarah pulls herself into him, to which he welcomingly wraps his arms around her. They just lay there sharing their "number 1" look of love and adoration, their heads resting on the mattress. She plays with his chest hair.
He notices the the blood on her lip, and becomes a bit alarmed. He reaches up and cups her chin gently, as if it's an antique China dish. He sits up on his left shoulder, sliding it out from under Sarah. The comforting heat his arm provided disappears.
"Sarah! Your lip's bleeding! Is it okay?"
She just smiles. It makes her tingle pleasurably, that an injury as minor as a slightly cut lip manages to get him out of his orgasm induced stupor, while making him frightened for her well-being. She shrugs.
"The cost of you satisfying me quietly. It's nothing."
He scoffs a laugh at her casual un-afflicted attitude, shaking his head. He puts his arms back where they were and lays back down. The comforting heat returns to her body.
…mmmm…..There we go….
They close the distance to kiss passionately and tenderly. After three seconds, they break the kiss, and lean their foreheads against each other, eyes still closed. He begins to think about why they're here in the first place. He pulls back enough to clearly see her face and eyes.
"Sarah, how long do you think Cole will last.", he asks worriedly.
It kinda ruins the moment, but the question is certainly not without merit. Sarah tenses up, thinking about the reality of that situation. She looks down, not wanting to meet Chuck's eyes. Her tone is dismal and professional.
"I don't know Chuck. Everyone's different."
He looks down unhappily, thinking about what would happen to him, Morgan, Ellie, and Devon if Fulcrum was to find out about him.
"Hey."
He looks back up at Sarah. Her tone and expression are sympathetic, caring. She brings her hands up to his face, cradling it.
"I won't let anything happen to you, Morgan, Ellie, or Devon. I promise."
…If anyone tries to hurt you Chuck…Or any of them…I'll fucking cut their balls off and shove them down their throats…And then kill them…
Unsure of how Chuck would react to such a thought, she keeps it to herself.
She kisses him tenderly. As their eyes open again, they share their "number two" look, of love, adoration, and trust.
"If you're gonna take a shower, you should probably do it now.", she says, feeling that the unhappier moment has passed for them both.
"Yep."
He gives her one last peck on the lips, and pulls away reluctantly to go take his shower. She gets up and starts getting dressed. She wishes she'd brought sexier underwear and lingerie with her. Well, she could always go back to her apartment and get some. Then again, she would probably be able to use it to it's full potential at her place— fewer Casey related problems to deal with over there. Of course, they wouldn't have any of those issues, once the CIA got them an apartment.
Chuck walks in with damp hair, just after she finishes. He watches her, doing final touch ups in front of the mirror. He's always loved the way the Orange Orange outfit hugs her curves, her legs…and with some shame, her breasts. He kind of wishes he'd gone lighting fast— he could've watched her get dressed. He puts his pants and shirt on, and Sarah gets the pleasure of not only watching him dress, but also dressing him. She does all the work and swats away his hands he tries to button up and put his tie on. They lock eyes into a "number 1" as she tightens the knot on the tie. He gives her the "Bartowski eyebrow dance", making her giggle.
….As it turns out….ROAN…The Bartowski eye dance IS effective….
She feels a little rage jealous, as the image of Jill doing this ritual with him suddenly enters her mind. She keeps this feeling from showing itself. She wonders if Chuck was somehow able to read her with his next words.
"I never thought I could enjoy getting dressed this much."
Using the tie as leverage, she pulls him down into a brief kiss.
They leave the room. As they walk down knowing they are about the encounter Ellie and Devon, they give each other the "number one" again— they can both talk to Devon and Ellie without their relationship being a lie.
Once Ellie catches them from the table, she shoots out of her chair in their direction. They brace themselves. If the inertia of Ellie making contact with them isn't enough to make them feel a bit breathless, the hug is. She realizes it though.
"Oh! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm very excited for Chuck—."
She looks up at him, brilliantly smiling.
"For the both of you—."
She looks to Sarah, and lets them go.
"to be moving in together.", she says with an anxious laugh.
Chuck and Sarah share their "number one" look again as Ellie backs away. They're probably happier about it then she is.
"That's still happening yeah?", Ellie says happily standing next to the kitchen counter, giving them space to sit down.
"Oh yeah".
"Absolutely."
Chuck and Sarah say the words practically in unison, eyes locking again as they sit. Well, they hope it's "still happening" on the end of the General's orders once things cool down.
"Great."
Ellie moves into the kitchen.
"Not that I'm trying to rush or anything, but have you found a place yet?"
As Ellie mentions the idea of "their own place", Chuck and Sarah look to each other with longing and lust.
…..As much shower sex…And other forms of sex… As we WANT…WHERE EVER we want!….
"Take your time bro. No pressure."
Chuck and Sarah look between Devon and each other, just waiting for him to say something potentially awkward.
"You two love birds need to find a nest, to let the worm wiggle free."
He winks at them.
Chuck tenses in embarrassment.
"Thank you Devon."
Sarah has conflicting thoughts. That was kind of awkward.
…..At least he understands our needs..well…my needs…..
Ellie comes around the table with orange juice and jumps in.
"Do you need any help packing or throwing things away?"
She looks up at Sarah with a somewhat urgent expression.
"Sarah, please tell Chuck—."
She turns to him.
"that not everything in that room has to survive the room."
She stands back up moving to the other side of the table.
"I'm making a list.", Sarah says, pouring the orange juice and giving Chuck a look, to let him know she's just playing along.
"Making uh, making a list are you? And of what may I ask?", he comments with mock alarm…well mostly mock.
Sarah's in the process of thinking up an item that would be funny to mention. She's interrupted by Ellie.
"Oh, well, where should we begin?"
Ellie stares off in the distance for emphasis.
"Maybe the Tron poster you've had since you were 12?"
Awesome chuckles. Sarah gives a small smile, not entirely disagreeing, and looks to Chuck to gauge his reaction, see how valuable it is to him.
"Dad gave me that poster.", he responds with blatant intent to keep it.
Sarah and Ellie look down, feeling guilty. Silence descends over the table.
…Oh Chuck…Yep, We're keeping that poster….
Awesome looks away and chews awkwardly.
"I know. He loved that movie."
It reminds Ellie of Chuck's search for their father.
"Have you had any luck finding his address for the wedding?"
Chuck stumbles a bit, feeling guilty he hasn't made any headway.
"Um..No..Not yet—."
Sarah looks back over to Chuck, wondering if she can help him in any way.
"But, you know, I'm, I'm working on it still."
The awkward silence descends a second time. Sarah decides to punctually change the subject.
"So..uh…how did Morgan take the news that he wasn't going to get you as a new roommate?"
They all stare at him.
"I didn't tell him yet."
He tenses apprehensively.
"I don't have the heart."
Sarah gives a small sympathetic smile, loving how Chuck is trying so hard to find a way to let Morgan down easy. She puts her hand on his and links their fingers. He turns to her, and they share their "number one" look.
Ellie and Awesome, clearly reading them, simply smile.
After they finish up breakfast, they head for Sarah's Porsche. She gets in the driver's seat, and he in the passenger seat. Chuck looks at her in admiration, her hands griping the controls of the car, as though she and them work together seamlessly…which they do. He wonders if he will ever get a chance to drive it.
"Chuck."
Her tone is serious, professional, very "agent Walker".
"When we are in Castle, anywhere near surveillance, Casey, Beckman, or other spies, our relationship is completely and utterly professional and platonic."
She looks over at him.
"Do you understand."
"Yes."
His response is firm.
"Good".
She smiles at him, and they share their "number two" look of love, trust, and adoration. They link their hands over the gear shift.
"And Chuck…I'll help you…with finding your dad…."
His face lights up a little more.
"..If you want me to.", she adds a bit nervously, worried she's poking in places she doesn't belong.
He doesn't stop smiling.
Author's Note: I've always wanted to write a Charah morning scene. I hope I did it justice in your minds.
As always, please review. Tell me if I sucked at something, tell me if I rocked at something, tell me if something seemed out of character, tell me if something doesn't make sense, or doesn't flow. If you can, use details.