An: As always, thank you for the kind review! I promised that I'd try and get another chapter out as fast as possible. This takes place the morning after last chapter. Um, as a warning, this story's time line is sort of inaccurate. I know Chuck finished filming along this time, and that Yvonne was supposed to be in Australia for the summer, but of course, I'm changing a few things. Also, the Scream 4 premier was Monday the eleventh and it hit theaters the fifteenth. So in this universe, it is April 10th, 2011.

Don't question the timeline, think of it like you're watching an episode of Chuck. Just sit back and enjoy! Also, prepare to be heart warmed.

R&R!

Chapter Four: Lullaby

"While you were sleeping, I figured out everything: I was constructed for you, and you were molded for me. Now I feel your name coursing through my veins. You shine so bright, it's insane. You put the sun to shame," –Lullaby, The Spill Canvas.

The misty rings around the streetlamps were gone by the time dawn began to brighten the sky in the east, and soon the day was clear and warm—the beginning of spring. There was hardly any indication of there ever being a storm; the sky was vast and cloudless, the earth below had dried and only the scent of yesterday's rain hung in the crisp air. The City of Angels slept soundlessly through Sunday as it were a carefree, melodic lullaby.

Inside of the Burbank apartment lay two figures: a man and a woman. They were tangled beneath the covers, their bodies melded into one entity. The blinds were drawn and rays of sun filtered through the glass windowpane, enveloping the entire bedroom with its rich, dazzling light. As morning went as followed, the sleeping lovers held each other in a lazy embrace, unperturbed.

That was until gentle vibrations caused one of them to stir.

Zac woke up to the sound of his phone buzzing in his back pocket. His eyes fluttered open; vision too sensitive to the light, he reached blindly for the source of the noise. Curling his fingers around device, he simply turned it off with the swipe of his thumb. He smacked his lips and yawned softly before returning to his slumber. Sleep should have come easy but Zac found it to be a hopeless feat. It wasn't like he was unable to physically relax because he felt his exhaustion tempting him into unconsciousness. The problem occurred once he drew in a deep breath and was ambushed by a sweet, delicious aroma (was it lavender, grapefruit, honey?) that wafted through his nose and set his senses on fire.

Zac sprang awake in his surprise. He became suddenly very aware of his surroundings, glancing around the bedroom to find himself pressed firmly against another body; he panicked until the memories from the night before flooded back into his mind. Shallow, even breaths ghosted over his bare skin. Her heart thumped with his in perfect unison.

I guess it wasn't a dream, he realized in silent awe. Zac lowered his gaze and watched as the angel resting beside him snuggled closer into his chest and smiled. He placed a hand on the small of her back and began to absently brush golden strands of hair out of her face. Her nose crinkled at the disturbance but then a tiny sigh escaped between closed lips and she became still.

"Yvonne…?" He called her name in a low, uncertain whisper. When she did not respond, Zac decided it was best to leave the blonde to her dreams. He smoothed out her tangled curls and planted a tender kiss on the top of her head.

Zac could hardly believe that Yvonne Strahovski—this incredible, unattainable woman—was curled up next to him. Unattainable. That's what she had been for so long. He'd convinced himself that she was his metaphorical forbidden fruit. Even when it seemed like he'd have his chance (at the parking garage and the church), the moment was fleeting. He was forced to accept the fact that while Yvonne was still with Tim, she couldn't be his…until the night before.

Then just like that, it was done, over, finite.

Zac was consumed by the feel of her soft skin brushing against his. He ached to touch her, his fingers twitching with desire. He closed his eyes and envisioned the taste of her lips; the sheer perfection of her porcelain features contrasted with golden tendrils spilling over the bedspread…

"Good morning," he heard her mumble sleepily. Zac opened his eyes again and Yvonne was staring at him, a lazy smile playing on her lips, "fancy seeing you here."

Zac returned her smile, asking. "Are you surprised?"

Beneath the covers, he felt her hand find his. Their fingers entwined.

"No," Yvonne said and rested her chin on top of his collarbone. "I knew you'd stay."

"I'm touched."

She furrowed her brows. "Is that sarcasm?"

He placed a hand on her cheek and stroked gently, "of course not."

Zac leaned forward and they shared a brief kiss.

"What time is it?" asked Yvonne curioulsy once parting from his lips. "I hope we didn't sleep half the day away already..."

Zac blinked. "Uh," and stealing a glance over his shoulder, he saw the digital clock on the nightstand and told her, "It's a little after eight." Biting his lip, he added unhappily. "I have to leave soon."

Yvonne sat up, visibly upset. "What? Why, where are you going?"

"It's Sunday…" he said but she gave him a blank stare and he sighed, elaborating. "I have this sermon thingy I do for those who don't want to go to church and rather hang at my place instead."

"Oh, that's right. I forgot..."

Zac noticed the obvious disappointment laced in Yvonne's tone. He propped himself up on his elbows and reminded her casually. "But, it doesn't begin until eleven…so I think I'll force myself to stay for a few more minutes here with you."

"Would it really be so horrible?"

"Well," Zac spoke with a shrug, clearly knowing where the conversation was heading. "I think I can suffer through it."

"Me too," And as she dipped her head to capture his lips with another needy kiss, Zac avoided her advances and disappeared beneath the covers. Yvonne almost fell over but managed to hold herself steady. She looked at the lump protruding out of her bed with confusion. "W—what are you doing?"

Zac's reply consisted in grabbing a hold of each leg, forcing Yvonne onto her back. She then felt him strip away her panties and leave a trail of wet kisses up along her thighs. She swallowed thickly; watching as he lifted the sheet over his head and grinned. "I'm picking up where we left off," he answered brightly.

Yvonne was about to retort but words failed her when Zac once again retreated beneath the comforter. She felt his tongue trace around her center and gasped; body going into shock as he licked her into frenzy. Her legs spasmed uncontrollably when several fingers slipped inside of her and began to move with his tongue. Yvonne dug her heels into the mattress, squirming restlessly and cried out. The pressure in her navel became so great that as the pleasure threatened to devour her whole, she felt faint and nearly succumbed to unconsciousness.

It was so unexpected, so natural. Yvonne relished in the bliss until she could endure no more. With a shout of pure ecstasy tearing from her throat, she arched her back and then fell into the pillows like a puppet whose strings had been cut free.

Zac appeared from out of the covers moments later. He crawled up to his knees and watched Yvonne glow with wordless adoration sparkling in his countenance. Her orgasm was fleeting; Yvonne gazed up at him through cloudy eyes and smiled goofily.

"Was that acceptable?"

Yvonne remained quiet, but gestured him with a finger to come closer. Raising an eyebrow, Zac carefully lowered himself on top of her. She brought her hand to the nape of his neck and pulled him forward, his lips crashing into hers. The heated kiss ended when Zac broke away for air; rolled onto his back and laughed.

"I'll take that as a yes."

"I really needed that," Yvonne sighed and angled her head towards him. "Thank you."

He wiggled his brows seductively, "No thanks necessary, you know I aim to please."

"And you please very, very well…"

There was a pregnant pause and both of them fell silent, glancing up at the ceiling. Zac was considering the time and how much longer he could afford to stay in bed while Yvonne was chewing on her bottom lip, deciding what she would have to do to keep him from leaving.

"Yvonne…" Zac addressed her quietly. She was currently fixed with the circular fan; its blades revolving above her, blasting the room with cool air. "I really need to get going but I promise that I'll call you later this afternoon so we can sort things out with Tim—"

He was interrupted when Yvonne flipped onto his stomach and firmly pinned him to the bed. Zac did not resist. He stared up at her with wide eyes; her knee kneading into his groin, he tried to bite back a groan.

"I guess I'm not leaving anytime soon, am I?" He asked weakly.

Yvonne chuckled, soft but bordering on dirty. "No, not until I say otherwise," she told him, her breath tickling his ear.

His face flushed hot as she sucked a kiss into the side of his neck. "I'm actually totally alright with this," he finally managed but was distracted by the things she was doing with her mouth. He was supposed to care about being coherent when she was pressed against him. Zac closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, drawing the sharp, musky tang of her arousal into his lungs.

"It's not like you had a choice, Zac."

"Uh," he began, but it turned into a low moan as Yvonne ran both hands down his chest, ending with her fingers stroking just under the waistband of his jeans. Then her voice dropped a register and breathed huskily.

"I want to repay you for what you did for me last night and this morning."

Zac almost choked on these words and his head fell back a little. He reached over her shoulder, threading his fingers into her hair and then pulling her forward into a sweltering kiss. She let him slide his tongue across hers, and then clawed at her sweatshirt. He tore it over her head and leaving her completely vulnerable.

He stared at Yvonne briefly, drinking in her flawless figure. Her breasts were supple and inviting; Zac trailed his fingertips across them, feeling her nipples pebble beneath his touch. Yvonne lifted her arms up and stretched luxuriously, rolling her shoulders and letting her eyes fall shut. Zac felt himself grow painfully hard when she let out a breathy moan and then he was met with an equally hot gaze.

She lowered her arms and ran a hand up his thigh and unbuttoned his jeans, tugging them down past his hips. He shucked them off the rest of the way (as with his boxers), revealing his now fully erect cock. It twitched the second Yvonne curled her fingers around its length and began to massage him slowly. Yvonne was so cute and so fucking sexy at the same time— Zac felt pole-axed by the combination, like his wires got crossed somewhere and they were sparking against each other, on the verge of shortening out indefinitely. He took a long-winded breath, letting it out shakily.

"Yvonne, I need you right now." He rasped, voice a rough whisper that might've embarrassed him minutes ago before he lost all sense. She answered his plea by shifting her body so that she was now straddling him. His weeping cock hugging her taut stomach, she took him into her grasp once more before sliding it inside her. They both sighed in equal relief, taking time to adjust to their sudden union. Once settled, Yvonne began to move.

With one hand clamped onto her hip to quicken the pace, Zac used the other to trail down between her legs. He saw how wet she was, slick and glistening, that he brushed his fingers back and forth across her folds, teasing and tickling. Yvonne writhed on top of him, making such incredible sounds when she continued to roll her hips at a breakneck speed. She was so deep; burying herself up to the hilt when Zac circled her clit without restraint.

Yvonne whimpered— saying his name in short gasps, and he knew she was getting close. A loud cry burst out of her and almost sent Zac to the brink. He groaned at the sight (and feeling) of her body locking, arching and trembling with the force of her climax. She was hot like fire and still so very wet. Zac bottomed out and froze; muscles rigid, cock throbbing and jerking as he tried to hold on for just a bit longer.

But Yvonne…God…she brought him back to focus. Her back hunched over, mouthing at his neck and pushing her hips against him, Zac clenched his teeth and just drove himself into her, deep and hard and desperate for reprieve. He forced her breathless; helpless with every penetrating stab inside her. He did not want to be too rough with her, but Yvonne was meeting his thrusts with little hitching twists of her body that drove him absolutely insane.

It was not going to be much longer. But Zac wanted to look into her eyes before it was over. He gave one last roll of the hips and then fell back. They locked gazes; Yvonne dug her nails into his skin, her movements wild and uneven, and then she whispered his name and Zac was gone. He came like he was dying—thighs seizing and body shuddering, pleasure spreading through his veins like wildfire.

As soon as the white-hot shock passed, Yvonne was pressed on top of him. Their bodies were covered with a sheen of sweat, but neither of them cared to notice. Zac was kissing her, slow and sweet, trying to pour all those feeling he had bottled up in the past two weeks and possibly even the last four years into one loving gesture. Exhaustion finally claimed him and he shifted his weight to the side. Zac held Yvonne in the circle of his arms, not wanting to move, just to enjoy the way she carded her fingers through the curls matted to his forehead.

"So…are you still thinking about going back to your house for the sermon?" Yvonne asked, wry smile curving her lips. It took Zac a minute to figure out what she was talking about, but then remembered it was what started it all.

"Oh," he said, grinning sheepishly. "Sadly, I'm kind of obligated to."

"Will you be confessing any of your sins?"

He laughed, "If I did, you'd be coming with me."

"Give me a few more hours of sleep, a shower, and then we'll talk."

Zac gave Yvonne an affectionate squeeze. "Deal," he agreed with a yawn. "But on one condition."

"What is that?"

"I get to make breakfast while you sort things out with Tim."

Yvonne chewed on her bottom lip, "If I do that, then it's a date?"

Zac caressed her flushed cheeks gently and then closed his eyes, confirming with a whisper: "It's a date."

Then without another word, they both settled themselves in each other's embrace and drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

An: I wasn't lying when I said it'd be short! I hope everyone enjoyed the smut. I finished writing this thing at 1:30 am so there will bound to be mistakes as I am running low on fuel. So don't get all nitpicky because I own up to every error on this chapter.

Before I pass out as I type this, I wanted to say that I cannot express in words how grateful I am of every single one of you for reading and reviewing this story. I love you all!

There, nighty night!