So there seemed to be a little bit of confusion with the last chapter; I'll explain. Each line of this song is a snapshot in time. It can be set whenever and wherever; there is no specific period. Just to clear that up. Thanks for all your continued support of this little fic.

Also, I apologise for the wait on the chapter; I've been away on holidays and I have been crazy busy doing stuff. I went to the 3rd and 4th days of the Boxing Day Test at the MCG and it was awesome fun.

And now for this chapter. Rated T for the end snippet.

Toes in the Sand – Chapter 10

She's a Saturn with a sunroof

Sarah didn't have much luck with cars; her Porsche got blown up and her Lexus was written off after one of their marks took to it with a machine gun. Her latest car was a little less sporty, and a lot more practical; it was a semi-family car. With Tyler growing they needed a car with four doors; climbing through to the backseat to put him in and out all the time was a massive hassle.

After many arguments, Sarah finally acquiesced to getting the car that Chuck wanted… but she still got her sunroof. She loved the feeling of the sun on her back and the wind in her hair.

With her brown hair a-blowing

Sarah stood in the entryway to Castle, effect smoke billowing around her legs and her hair flowing freely. Chuck looked up from his computer screen and was dumbfounded; she was wearing her new Comic Con costume.

Sauntering down the stairs, Sarah wrapped her arms around her husband's shoulders as he continued to flounder.

"Surprise," she whispered in his ear. "Do you like it?"

Chuck spun around to face his wife, "Like it? I love it! You look exactly like her; it's uncanny."

Pulling away from Chuck, Sarah did a slow twirl, showing off her costume.

"You're lucky I love you, Chuck. I don't dye my hair for just anybody, let alone for nerd convention," she chuckled.

"I am the luckiest guy in the world. I get to sleep with the real Miranda Lawson, and not just some videogame." Chuck ran his hands up and down her white body suit as he pulled her in for a soft kiss.

She's a soft place to land

It had been a long day, and with their team being a member down due to Sarah being on maternity leave, everyone had to step it up a notch. By the time Chuck trudged home it was close to midnight. Quietly, he opened the door, trying desperately not to wake Caboose. He knew if that happened, the rest of the house would awaken due to the dog's incessant barking. Not seeing the dog anywhere in the lounge, Chuck tiptoed down the hall to his son's room. Peeking through the crack in the door, he saw that it was empty too. Suddenly, Chuck's heart rate shot up and he could practically hear the thumping in his chest. Walking further down towards his and Sarah's room, he softly stepped inside and his heart stopped at the sight before him. There, in the bed was his heavily pregnant wife curled up in the middle with her arms wrapped around Tyler; Caboose was at their feet, sleeping soundly.

Silently, Chuck retrieved his pyjamas before heading to the bathroom for a quick shower. When he was done he slipped back into the bedroom, the sight before him warmed him from the inside; it was as if Sarah could feel Chuck's presence and moved over slightly so that he could get in with them. And that's what he did. Coming home to his wife and child(ren) made everything better.

And a good feeling knowing

She's a warm conversation

That I wouldn't miss for nothing

The thing Chuck loved the most about Sarah was that she would always listen to him. She was the first woman to really take an interest in him and what he liked. Even during their first 'date', back when he didn't know she was a spy, Sarah seemed genuinely interested. Although, he mused, it was probably due to her spy training.

As their relationship progressed through the years, Chuck and Sarah never stopped talking. She was the first person he talked to when he got up and the last person he talked to at night. Even if they were fighting, they would never miss saying good night or good morning. They were friends before they were lovers; their relationship was solid.

She's a fighter when she's mad

Sarah always did her best fighting when she was surrounded. In one hand she held a metal rod, about a foot long and in the other she had a piece of rope; she felt sorry for the five guys in suits that were trying to kill her. Casey and Chuck were tied up back-to-back in the corner of the warehouse, watching the scene unfold. The first guy charged towards her, hoping to unnerve her; Sarah stood her ground and spun around him before hitting him in the ribs with the rod. The man doubled over with pain and Sarah took the opportunity to crouch and sweep his legs from underneath him. With a final punch to the head, he was out cold. Sarah stood up and effectively dared the other four men to attack.

The men circled Sarah and two of them came rushing at her. Sarah whipped the rope out like a lasso and caught one of them around the neck. She pulled him towards her and elbowed him in the head, knocking him unconscious. The second man came around behind her and caught her in a headlock. Sarah struggled momentarily before kicking her leg back and getting him in the crotch. The man let Sarah go as he crumpled to the floor. Three down, two to go.

"You give up yet?" she asked the remaining two. "I'd hate to take your man cards as well."

The two men looked at each other and then at their companions on the ground. Quickly, they ran over to pick up their fallen before rushing out of the warehouse, leaving Sarah to free her own teammates.

"Good choice," she yelled at them as they scurried away. "What would you do without me?" she asked to her boys as she released them from their restraints.

Casey grunted; he hated it when Sarah had to come and rescue him.

And she's a lover when she's loving

It was Chuck's birthday and it was the first time they were going to spend it together as a couple. Sarah wanted it to be the best birthday he has had in a very long time. She had planned the whole day. First it was breakfast in bed, which she cooked herself; eggs, bacon, toast, link sausages, hash browns and sautéed mushrooms. A breakfast fit for a king. After everyone had given him their presents Sarah took him for a walk along the beach, followed by a picnic lunch at an isolated spot they had found on one of their days off.

When they had finished with lunch, Sarah let him go off and play videogames with Morgan, as per their agreement when Sarah had asked for his help in organising the day. This left enough time for her to cook a romantic dinner for just the two of them.

Seven o'clock rolled around and Chuck entered his house to the most beautiful sight; Sarah was standing with her back towards him wearing his favourite little black dress. It fell just above her knees and the tiny spaghetti straps showed off her back and shoulders.

"I was wondering when you were going to get here," she said as she turned around and handed him a glass of red wine. "Happy birthday, Chuck." Sarah kissed him softly before heading into the kitchen. Chuck followed her and wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her lightly along her shoulder and up the side of her neck. Sarah moaned. "God, Chuck, if you keep that up, we'll be having dinner after dessert."

"And there's a problem with that?" he whispered hotly in her ear before nipping at it.

Sarah twisted in his arms. "No, no problem at all," she replied as she captured his lips with her own.

"Good. How 'bout you turn it all off so that I can take this off," Chuck told her as he fiddled with the hem of her dress and hiking it up to her waist and finding her clad in only a barely-there thong.

Pulling away from Chuck, Sarah turned off the hotplates and oven and headed down to Chuck's bedroom, dragging her boyfriend with her. She pushed him onto the bed and straddled his hips. Leaning down, she pulled his shirt up and off his body, throwing it to the side. Sarah kissed him softly from his naval all the way to the hollow of his neck, loving the feeling as he shuddered in pleasure. Chuck's hands ran up and down Sarah's body, underneath her dress; his fingers brushed the underside of her breasts as he kissed her passionately.

"As much as I love this dress, you need to come out of it," he told her when they broke apart. Chuck started pulling the dress up, but Sarah pulled back.

"Let me." Sarah crawled off the bed and shimmied out of the dress before slinking back into her boyfriend's arms, naked except for her thong. "It's all about you tonight, Chuck. Let me take care of you."

Chuck leaned back and groaned as Sarah continued her ministrations. "I love it when you take control."

I'm sick at the moment so I did what I could. I'm not a huge fan of the first part but I couldn't think of anything else to write. Oh and if you've never seen what Miranda Lawson looks like, Google her.

Don't forget to review; your comments make my day. And if you have suggestions for a scene let me know and I'll try to incorporate it.