Chuck vs The Morgan Door Chapter 4, a chuck fanfic

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or any intellectual property related to the Chuckverse.

Author's Note: At most recent count, I've received 27 votes for M and 3 for T, with a couple undecided who don't care as long as I update quickly :-) In accordance with the will of the people, this chapter will be M in content, but I hope it doesn't offend those who wished for the T...I tried my best to make it a soft M because that fits best with the tone of the story and the characters. If anyone wishes for me to write a separate hard M story (one-shot), I'd be happy to oblige...just review or PM me.

This chapter has been etched in my minds' eye for a while now (secretly, happy that the M's won, btw) and the scene runs like a music video…always to the same song, Halo by Beyonce. Lyrics are listed below (I highly recommend downloading the song, as I feel it's one of the best on her new album)…I think it captures the exact balance of heat, desire, surrender, and salvation that I needed for inspiration.

Halo by Beyonce

Remember those walls I built
Well baby they tumbling down
And they didn't even put up a fight
They didn't even make a sound
I found a way to let you in
But I never really had a doubt
Standing in the light of your halo
I got my angel now

It's like I've been awakened
Every rule I had you breaking
It's the risk that I'm taking
I ain't never gonna shut you out

Everywhere I'm looking now
I'm surrounded by your embrace
Baby I can see your halo
You know you're my saving grace
You're everything I need and more
It's written all over your face
Baby I can feel your halo
Pray it won't fade away

I can't feel your halo halo halo
I can see your halo halo halo
I can feel your halo halo halo
I can see your halo halo halo

Hit me like a ray of sun
Burning through my darkest night
You're the only one that I want
Think I'm addicted to your light
I swore I'd never fall again
But this don't even feel like falling
Gravity can't forget
So pull me back to the ground again

Feels like I've been awakened
Every rule I had you breaking
The risk that I'm taking
I'm never gonna shut you out

I can feel your halo halo halo
I can see your halo halo halo
I can feel your halo halo halo
I can see your halo halo halo
I can feel your halo halo halo
I can see your halo halo halo
I can feel your halo halo halo
I can see your halo halo halo
Halooooo ouuuu
Halooooo ouuuu
Ouuuuu ouuuuu ouuuuu

I can feel your halo halo
I can see your halo halo halo
I can feel your halo halo halo
I can see your halo halo halo
I can feel your halo halo halo
I can see your halo halo halo
I can feel your halo halo halo
I can see your halo halo halo

And now…on with the show!

Chapter 4

Chuck crosses the distance between them with a speed he didn't know he possessed. But impossibly or perhaps predictably, Sarah is faster, her arms wrap around him and her fingers tangle in his hair before he even encircles her waist. The force of their impact combined with the dizzying affect of her mouth has Chuck stumbling back towards the door, which he left open. Suddenly it seems important to close that door…to shut out his insecurities, her defenses, the CIA, the NSA, Fulcrum, and every other stupid obstacle they ever let stand between them and this moment. Chuck gathers her in his arms, swings them around, and walks them back to the threshold.

Instinctually, Sarah wraps her legs around his hips as he pushes her up against the door. The click of the latch disrupts her concentration, breaking that initial kiss and leaving them both panting.

"Sarah?" The question hangs ominously between them.

He wants to know that she's certain and for all the fight she's put up prior to this moment, there's not a single voice of protest in her mind. And Sarah can admit to herself, that it's probably because her heart never had a doubt that this is exactly what she wants. She draws one hand from his tousled curls and reaches behind her, locking the dead bolt. He gulps reflexively and she's fascinated by the way his Adam's apple travels along the column of his throat. She tracks its progress with her lips as a nervous groan escapes him when she pulls off his neck tie.

He'll claim later that she started it, the avalanche of undressing, with that one article of clothing. By the time he's carried her over to the bed, both of his shirts are on the floor, her top is strewn over a chair, and his belt is half undone. Sarah has somehow managed to kick free from one of her pant legs and Chuck, being thoroughly distracted by the feel of her skin against his, trips over the offending garment, sending them tumbling with laughter onto the bed.

Sarah never knew that passion could be so sweet or happy without losing its intensity. And who knew that sex could be funny? She fails to stifle a giggle when Chuck's fingers skim across the back of her knee in his efforts to liberate her other leg.

Chuck turns a curious eye towards her flushed face, noting the way she's fighting to keep herself in check. "Oh, ho…are you ticklish agent Walker?" Her eyes widen a fraction and her mouth opens to protest, but Chuck is already on the offensive with swift fingers ghosting over the soft flesh and tendons.

"No, no…ahh!!" She playfully kicks at him, but he catches her ankle, presses his lips to the back of her knee and blows a raspberry that sends her into a peel of laughter so intense, her stomach aches from the exertion.

God he loves that sound. Chuck eventually bows to her pleas for mercy, allowing her knee to drop to his shoulder while turning his head down to place a kiss of apology on the flesh of her inner thigh. The hitch in her breath makes him acutely aware of the shift in mood. He takes a moment and just breathes against her skin, his eyes closed against the furious pounding of his blood.

When Chuck finally lifts his head up, she can see that his playful smile has receded, replaced by a look of sharp need and open want. That potent mixture of desire infuses his name as it falls breathless past her lips, "Chuck?"

He answers her question with a mere enigmatic smile before waging war against any of her lingering resolve.

Her body trembles for a wholly different reason, but the source of her exquisite torture is the same. The sweeping caress of his fingers is like a splash of gasoline and always in their wake is the open flame of his mouth; laving a path of incoherent destruction up her body.

Sarah twists beneath him, never really attempting to escape, but seeking a reprieve that his self-control can no longer allow. No cover, no lies, and certainly, no restraint. Chuck leaves no freckle unattended, pays homage to each scar, and catalogs her every gasp. The feel of lace beneath his scouting finger tips gives him pause. After the suppleness of her skin, this fabric is like sandpaper…course and annoying, but a wonderful source of friction. He twines the sides around his fingers, dragging them over the gentle curve of her hip bones. She bucks up in response, allowing him to sigh her name, open mouthed, against her abdomen.

Her fingers skim his temple, drawing his eyes up to hers. He looks drunk. The chocolate brown of his eyes are all but banished by black pools of desire. Chuck doesn't waver from her gaze, but neither does he stop in his quest to discard the black lace from her pale skin. As a CIA agent you're trained to command your body, to wield it like a weapon and leverage control over precarious situations. All of that conditioning abandons her when Chuck stretches over the length of her body and kisses her lips.

Months of dancing around each other seems to have built up an electrical charge, it's the only explanation he can conjure to explain the painful pleasure of contact with her skin. The keening sound that emits from the back of her mouth as his tongue gracefully skims over hers makes him pull her closer, despite the danger. Sarah's hands press at the slacks and boxers that are slung low on his hips, and he releases a moan of utter contentment when she wins that battle and drags him back into the warmth of her embrace. He doesn't temper the urge to rock against the coaxing heat between her thighs, and her resulting gasp and bruising kiss, only serve to reinforce his decision. Chuck clutches her tight against his torso, drawing them into a seated position. The distracting tickle of lace against his chest is less confusing and more erotic this time.

His lips fall from her mouth to her collarbone and she nearly growls his name, but her protest dies off into a sigh when she feels the straps of her bra slide from her shoulders. Chuck's uncertain fingers release the back clasp and a lop-sided smile graces her features when his breath catches at the sight revealed. Men have admired her many times over, but she's never felt so exposed or desired as she does in the moment when Chuck drags his eyes to hers and whispers, "You are so beautiful." Now that they're here, stripped of all pretenses, she expected their base instincts to override everything else. But instead of a ravenous assault, Chuck gently brushes his fingers across her cheek and hovers a breath away from her lips, "Sarah?"

He's not asking permission this time. Sarah moistens her lips and finally opens hooded sapphire eyes to offer her answer, "Chuck." He feels her take his hand, the way she's done a thousand times before, but it feels immeasurably different. She keeps their hands clasped and begins to pull their bodies together, traveling down the line from hands to wrist and forearm, shoulders, and chest. Her breathe is intoxicatingly sweet, mingling with his own as their foreheads touch. Every connection builds upon the last until, just one remains.

Her head is spinning and the only thought to penetrate the inertia is that the only way to make the dizziness stop is to have him inside her. He's become her center of gravity.

Chuck squeezes their entwined hands and she rises up as he dips down to forge that last bond. He watches, transfixed, as her eyes widen before closing with a lingering smile. The all encompassing heat thrumming around him is polarizing…part of him never wants to move, to suspend time in this moment forever, but the promise of greater pleasure and a wider smile across her angelic face, propels him forward.

Their movements should be awkward, given the distance they've inflicted upon each other, but it seems they were fighting against a tenant of nature. In a matter of moments, they've fallen into a sensual rhythm she's never found in months with the most experienced of lovers. The feel of his hands on her hips, in her hair, gripping her shoulders to take him deeper…it's all surreal. She seeks purchase anywhere she can, favoring the wild tangles of his hair and the lean muscles of his backside…especially his ass! She latches onto his pulse point and unabashedly begins caressing and kneading his finely honed posterior as pushes all her boundaries of sanity and sensation. It should be embarrassing that he can make her shudder with the slightest roll of his hips, but Sarah is long past the point of propriety, "Oh God…please…Chuck. Chuck!!"

Her nails scouring his back combine with her frantic pleas to snap his tenuous control. Chuck fuses their bodies together, crushing her lips to his before flipping them over so that she's pinned beneath him. He sinks deeper into the welcoming warmth of her body, kissing the underside of her jaw as her head snaps back in sublime tension. When she fractures, it's not the fluttering roll of her orgasm that breaks his resolve, but the instant after when her skin becomes pliant under his lips. In their world, vulnerability is a dangerous thing, and the fact that she entrusts him with that gift is the last coherent thought Charles Bartowski is able to form before hoarsely gasping her name, "Sarah." He nuzzles her lips as they come back down, until her bleary, unfocused eyes connect with his, "Welcome, home."

Home. For a government agent, home is a mythical place…there is no where that's safe, no one who can be trusted, no hope of resurrecting the past or building a future. But here in his arms, Sarah Walker has finally found home. She leans up, kissing him slowly until his eyes meet hers, "I love you, Chuck Bartowski." His smile is dazzling and mischievous and she pounces, devouring him completely. His hands begin roaming her body, making her shiver in over sensitized delight. After a thorough exploration, he begins to mark the terrain of her body in light kisses. When his mouth clamps over one of her tightened nipples, Sarah jolts at the acute mixture of pleasure and unbearable pain. Her scrambled thoughts linger on those last two words…unbearable pain…it's what awaits them tomorrow. The veil of lust lifts, slamming her back into reality. The need coiling inside her is potent, but there's a greater desire that requires immediate attention. Before their imminent separation, she needs to know.

Chuck is oblivious to the impending storm, completely engrossed by the unguarded reactions he's igniting in this incredible woman. So when she twists his brown locks, forcing his head up to hers, he accidently bites the underside of her breast.

"Ow." They say the word in shocked unison. Chuck bestows a placating kiss on the reddening mark he's left, "Sorry." He chuckles against her skin, "But it kinda serves you right for yanking the Intersect's hair."

There's a twinkle in his eye that she has to fight hard to dismiss, "Chuck, don't you have something to say to me?" His eyebrows draw together in adorable confusion and she bites her lip, struggling to keep hurt or hopefulness from coloring her words, "Some sentiment you might want to reciprocate?"

Chuck rises above her so that they're eye to eye. His smile is indulgent and raw with happiness, "I was planning to show," he closes the distance between them so the last words skim over her lips, "then tell." The kiss he administers is like a slow burn, it tingles everywhere they touch and they both know that it will leave them scarred…forever changed. Chuck rolls his forehead against hers, barely pulling their lips apart to promise her, "I love you."

Author's Note: I found this chapter difficult to write because as many reviewers pointed out, M just seems a little off with regard to Charah because they're so sweet. Given the challenge any reviews and comments are appreciated….did I leave you hot and bothered, or just bothered…things you loved/things you hated? As always…hugs to readers, kisses to reviewers! Thanks for reading.