A/N: Hey everyone, hope you're enjoying the weekend! A few quick announcements before we start up! Firstly, I have a new story out, called "Chuck vs. Destiny" which is a little heavier than my usual, so if you're interested, check it out and let me know what you think. Next, I'll need a beta for my other story, "Chuck vs the TV Show", or all of my stories in general. Lastly, I finally saw the movie John Carter last night...off topic, but did anyone else see it? (Yes, there's a reason behind the madness)
LLC UPDATE: He's undergoing his first surgery today, so he's out cold. I got to see him right before, and as always, he thanks each and every one of you. If all goes well today, (It's a risky procedure), he'll be back up on his feet soon.
Chapter Five: The many sides of Sarah Walker
"I don't believe this, Chuck." Sarah admitted, glancing at their now empty plates. She leaned into Chuck's warm jacket, comfortably gazing at him across the small, romantically set table.
"So the food and wine was to your liking?" He smiled.
"Of course." Sarah replied, smiling back. "It's strange..."
"How so?" He inquired.
"It's just...we were assigned to do all but kill wach other two days ago. And two days ago, I would've probably drugged you, holed you up somewhere, and kept you there until my mission was cleared and I could go after the...ah...intersect."
Chuck rose a brow with a smile. "Like you could catch me."
Sarah rolled her eyes. "Don't tempt me, Carmichael."
Clearing her throat, the once lost conversation made it's way back to the original, intended tone and topic.
"And now...we're sharing a romantic dinner, all because...why?"
Chuck gave her a comforting smile, taking her hand as he rose. "Because, I am intrigued by you, Sarah."
Sarah tried desperately to ignore the deep ache he caused by touching her; the burning desire for more. If Chuck felt it, he was damn good at hiding it.
He led her to the edge of the railing. "Why?" she prodded.
Chuck sighed. "Really, you're going to make me explain?"
Sarah smirked, nodding. Honestly, she was actually curious. She wanted to know what he saw in her.
"Okay..." Chuck drawled. "Aside from the fact that you're absolutely gorgeous..." he made that clear. "You're witty, smart, you understand me, you can relate to my hardships and lifestyle, and honestly Sarah.." he shrugged. "I like you."
Sarah's heart burned, just like everywhere else at that point. He was causing mixed feelings, all of them involving dragging him to the bedroom. But that was why he was so brilliant. He didn't worship her because of her looks; he valued her personality. That was rare.
"But, don't worry..." Chuck seemed to mistake her prodding as disinterest in him. "It'll all be over in two weeks." He let go of her hand, hearing her sigh as he walked towards the door back down stairs, holding it open for her.
"I need a drink...or six..." She muttered as she thanked him and headed down to their room.
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The next two hours were very amusing for Chuck. Sarah, heavy with all her conlficting inner emotions, ordered drinks. And man, could she down them.
Around her third, Chuck had commented. "You should've been with me at the frat parties in Stanford."
Sarah rolled her eyes, now determined to drown her sorrows. If her training wanted to shut all her emotions out, fine. She'd combat it with good old alcohol. That was her logic...her drunken, ignorant logic.
"Woah..." Chuck finally declared as he watched her finish her drink. "That's probably enough."
Sarah was tipsy...not too much, but definitely enough to cloud her thoughts. Just the way she needed it.
"Chuck..." She began with a giggle.
"Did...you just...giggle?" he had an amused grin on his face.
"Mhmm...Chuck...listen up." she sat beside him, ruffling his curls.
Chuck tried to hide his shock. "Yes?"
"You're special..." she insisted with a smile.
"Thank you...?"
"Sure...you know, I hate being an...Agent." she was shockingly articulate. Chuck actually had to think about whether she was drunk or faking. It was the latter.
"Why?"
"Because...don't you ever want someone to love, Chuck?" That one was going to bite her in the ass later.
"Well...yeah, but-"
"-but we can't, not with this shit job."
Chuck laughed. "I wouldn't say that-"
"Chuck...you look really, really, really good without a shirt." she blurted, laughing. "Oops...my bad."
Chuck's eyes widened. "I'm...flattered..." though he was blushing.
"Chuck...do you think I'm pretty?" she asked, and Chuck finally understood just how much the drinks were influencing her. She would never ask him something like that under any normal circumstances.
"More than that..." he replied, honestly. "You're gorgeous."
Sarah was blushing, despite her inability to focus too much. "I like you...A LOT..." she admitted.
Chuck was interested. "Oh...I thought you didn't like me...that you weren't interested?"
"For an agent...you can be pretty stupid sometimes..." her words were slower.
She whispered then. "Kiss me, Chuck..."
As much as he wanted to, he didn't. She didn't know what she was saying...it wasn't fair playing ground. "You should sleep, Sarah..."
"I...okay..." she leaned back on the bed, holding her throbbing head in her hands. She saw him set pillows on the floor.
"Chuck?"
"Yes?"
"Can I ask you to do me one favor?"
"Of course..."
"Don't sleep on the floor?"
"What...?" he was a little dumbstruck.
"There's room here..." there was a small smile on her still beautiful lips. Chuck was grateful she'd changed before she'd gone on her little drinking rampage.
"Sarah, I'd rather-"
"Please, Chuck?" She whined, and Chuck found it oddly adorable.
"Fine..." he sighed, throwing on a t shirt. "Just don't kill me in the morning..."
Sarah giggled again. "Okay..." Chuck climbed in beside her, hitting the light switch.
"Good night Sarah..." he murmured.
"Good night, Chu-" She was out like a light.
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-THE FOLLOWING MORNING:8:35 AM-
Sarah's eyes fluttered open. Immediately, her head ached. Supressing a groan, she froze. She was curled into Chuck's chest, arms securing her to him. His lips were somewhat close to her ear, and it sent shivers up her spine.
Leaping up, she startled him awake. "Oh my god!"
Chuck was reaching for his gun when he realized he didn't need it. "What?"
"Chuck, what happened last night?" she demanded.
"You drank the equivalent of a keg..." Chuck exaggerated with a grin. "Feeling the effects?"
"Mhmm..." Sarah sat back on the bed. Here came the shameful question she wished she'd never have to ask for her entire life.
"Chuck..." She began, cheeks already red with embarassment. She berated herself for not knowing. "Did we...?"
Chuck was a little lost for a moment, in his innocence. "What?...Oh! God, no!"
"Then why were we..." she gestured.
"Well..." Chuck began. "You asked me to sleep with you, and you found your way to my chest halfway through the night.."
"You didn't stop me?"
"You moaned every time I tried to move."
Sarah was never more embarassed. "Shit...Chuck, I'm so sorry, especially after what you did for me last night...Chuck, that was incredibly sweet..."
Chuck smiled. "Hey, don't worry...you cleared a few things up in your drunken haze...you made me feel a lot better..."
"What'd I say?" She asked tentatively.
"Nothing much..." he shrugged with a grin, getting up to shower. "By the way, do you want me to walk out in just a towel, or-"
He recieved a pillow to the face by Sarah, who was blushing profusely.
"I did NOT..." she couldn't believe she said that.
"Oh. But you DID..." he laughed.
Sarah glanced into his eyes for a moment. "Chuck...Thank you...for not...doing anything...last night..."
"Sarah...I would never..."
"I know...just...Thank you.."she watched him smile and head into the shower. She fell back on the bed with a huff. Her agent instincts were telling her she was an idiot.
Her heart said otherwise.
A/N: Okay, real short one, I know guys! Not my finest, and I'm definitely unhappy with how crappy this turned out...sorry, guys. Hopefully we can break the 100 review barrier and have a nice, long, celebratory chapter! ;) Anyway, if you're interested in beta-ing, PM me, and for those of you who are concerned with how fast things are developing: I didn't aim for this story to be long, so that really solves that. It's a suspended belief, fun, charah alternative.
Cheers,
TGP