Chuck versus Tom Sawyer

Chuck carried two beers out on a tray and he saw Sarah facing him, leaning against the wall with an array of stars dotted behind her. He was memorized, slowly, he tried to prevent the tray from wobbling to the floor due to his quaking knees.

"Well, thanks for my fake diploma." He said, it came out less enthusiastic than he felt.

"What do you mean?" She queried.

"I get it, you know. You had one of your CIA pals to doctor it up to get Ellie off of my case." He replied.

She gazed at him, her eyes sparkling in the moonlight. She couldn't wait to tell him. "It's real Chuck."

He stared back disbelievingly. "Come on." He raised his eyebrows.

"I'm serious, you graduated." She smiled.

"What about my last twelve credits?" He asked.

"Well, Casey and I decided that your exceptional field service ought to count for something. And.. Stanford agreed."

Chuck couldn't believe she had actually convinced Casey and he was touched that she had gone through all that trouble for him. Maybe she cared a little bit.

"Huh. And by exceptional you mean like, uh, I don't know - decrypting weapons satellites-"

"Electrical engineering." Sarah added happily.

"Or running away from exploding games of Missal Command…"

"Physical education." She intervened again.

He couldn't stop a smile from exploding on his face, he felt so happy and so, so in love. He loved doing everything with her but especially just talking like this. He pretended sometimes that when they hung out after work, he was really coming home to her after a long day, like now. He pretended they were just having a beer outside their bedroom, where their shoes were aligned perfectly together next to the bed and her toothbrush was leaning on his. It was stuff like this that kept him going on his down days.

He carried on staring into her eyes - just lost for a moment. Before he started to look gormless, he clanked his glass against hers and grinned. They each took a sip from their beer in unison. They were both just glaring at one another, almost being pulled together by electricity and at the same time each trying to stop themselves from racing towards the other and tearing the clothes off one another.

"Thank you." He whispered.

She smiled for a brief moment before turning towards the sky. "See that star on the horizon?" Chuck turned to look. She pointed it out. "That's the Air Force bouncing Morimoto's satellite off the atmosphere and burning it up, make a wish." She added. "It's yours."

She looked at him for a moment, gazing at the 'star', he was fascinated. He knew what it was up close, but faraway it looked beautiful and silver, so seemingly tiny but able to grant one desperate person's wish. If they were lucky.

He didn't believe in that sort of thing, but he wanted to. He didn't even have to think. I wish Sarah and I could be together. He wished it hard, hoping that it was hard enough to come true one day. Sure, he felt like a kid nursing a childish dream, but he had never wanted anything more. He was crazy in love. He turned to look at her for a moment, as if savouring the image of her. He turned back to the sky and wondered what she was wishing for.

Sarah was lost in her own world of wishing. All to do with Chuck, of course. But she couldn't decide on one wish, whether to wish that she wasn't so messed up so they could just be together, or wish things were more simple or that she just hadn't met him at all - but she certainly didn't want that. She remembered back to that moment they had first shared on the beach - a time when things were still so confusing in her head.

Chuck didn't think that he had ever seen anyone as beautiful as Sarah. Her hair was a golden-blonde colour that shone in the evening sunlight, her eyes - those eyes, so gorgeous and blue with a lifetime of stories behind them. And she was the perfect height, tall with willowy, slender limbs - the type of body that only supermodels had, like the ones in the magazines Ellie had bought as a teenager.

Sarah watched Chuck scanning her body upwards and downwards and felt unfamiliarly self-conscious, like any woman, she had things that she didn't like about her body. She never usually felt this nervous though, she had no idea why but she felt excited and nauseous at the same time.

She loved the way Chuck's hair was wild and unruly but didn't clash with his kind, chocolate eyes. And yes, he was nerdy, but she found that so attractive. Though, she didn't actually recognise her feelings yet, but they were slowly moulding into a crush. Not a childish, pathetic crush where she could write his name over and over again and doodle hearts next to it, but something that might develop into an emotional obsession.

She sighed deeply. She was past all of that now, some days she felt angry at herself, for being so willing and falling so easy. She didn't regret it one bit, though. Falling in love with him felt so delicious and because it was forbidden she felt even more drawn to him - like a moth to a flame. Sarah turned in the moonlight and looked at him, his eyes transfixed on the beautiful night sky in front of him.

Before, she had just wanted to kiss him so badly that she had to hold her feet on the ground to prevent herself from walking. But now, she wanted to run her hands through his hair and wraps her arms around his waist and squeeze him until all the emotions she was feeling would just explode out into the atmosphere and she would feel satisfied for a second. It wasn't just that, she wanted to take his hand and dive under the covers with him and just make love to him.

The want was too intense, she felt as if she was sending zinging signs through the air of sexual frustration and unsatisfied passion. He turned and caught here gaze, her eyes were shining with something - he swore it was want, but then he was never too good on reading people. He felt a strange sensation stirring in him, he forced himself to turn away, before his body betrayed him.

Sarah felt a little rejected but she took in all in her stride and coolly took another daring sip of her beer. She could feel her heart beating faster and faster, she silently pleaded with it and hoped it wouldn't soar out of her chest and into his.

"What did you wish for?" His voice sounded as if it was coming from somewhere far away. "And don't say you can't tell me, otherwise it won't come true!"

She pondered the thought for a second or two. "I didn't wish for anything." She informed him.

"You did, I saw you closing your eyes tight and clenching your fists, classic signs of wishing." He said cleverly.

"Fine, okay, I did. But I wouldn't ever tell you." She smirked.

"You wouldn't tell me unless the wish involved me. Did it involve me?"

"No." She turned violently red in the darkness. "It's private. What did you wish for?"

"Ah, give and you shall receive, Miss. Walker." He half joked.

"Did your wish involve me?" She asked unseriously.

He took a breath as if considering his answer. "As a matter of a fact, it did."

She had to grip the edge of the wall for support, she felt giddy, elated, like she was soaring up around the city and then orbiting it a couple of times. She brought herself to look into his eyes, it was scary. His eyes had turned big and black, his mouth was parted and he was leaning closer a little bit, as if expecting a reply of some sort.

She came a little closer to him, she was aware that her facial expression was mirroring his and she couldn't control it.

"What about me?" She whispered, strangely turned on.

"You know, Sarah, I probably shouldn't tell you. It'll just lead to things getting complicated and you don't want that, do you?" He said honestly.

In truth, she had been living in complicated circumstances for the past year and she was kind of used to having her head messed up, but she guessed that he was right. "No." She sighed.

Several beers later they were both sprawled out on his bed watching Tron, and admitted Sarah was quite into it. The film couldn't quite take Chuck's mind off of what was going on around him but it certainly helped. He looked at her, he found her so attractive whilst she was just glaring at the television, with her lips slightly parted and her eyes wide.

Ellie knocked on the door when the film had finished, she asked if it was okay that she came in. Chuck and Sarah looked at one another frantically, they were not sitting like a couple should, they were on opposite sides of the bed and sitting boldly upright in an uncomfortable fashion. Sarah tilted her head side ways, inviting him over to her. Obediently, he came closer to her and she wrapped his arm around her hurriedly so that she was laying on his chest.

"Hey guys." Ellie said. "I guess your staying the night for once, Sarah."

"What? She's not.." Chuck started but stopped when Sarah pinched his back and glared at him. "She's not going anywhere."

"Yeah, I figured as much, did you know that it's almost midnight already?" Ellie looked at her watch as she watched Chuck and Sarah exchange very surprised glances. "Well, night."

"Night." They both said in unison.

"Sorry Chuck." Sarah apologised when she heard Ellie's footsteps disappearing into the distance. "We have to now, for the cover, I've over ever stayed over, like, once anyway. And we've been 'going out' for over a year."

"I know, I'll uh, sleep on the-"

"Your not sleeping on the floor." She said softly, but with a sharp edge to her voice. "We're both adults right?" She smiled.

He nodded. "You can borrow a T-shirt if you like."

"Thank you." She replied, getting to her feet and walking over to his wardrobe. She picked out a red T-shirt that said 'I love Nerds' on it and raised an eyebrow.

"You love Nerds?" She asked.

"In some strange way, I guess I'm saying I love myself." He smirked. "Ellie and Awesome got it for me when they came back from New York - though I have no idea why they chose this one."

She laughed. She eyed the door up nervously, wondering where to get changed.

Chuck caught her anxious eye. "I'll hide under the duvet, I promise I won't look."

She considered it for a second. "Okay, please don't look."

"I won't." He buried himself under the blanket and curled himself up and through no fault of his own, there was a tiny gap left in there that gave him the perfect view of Sarah. He could see her, looking over at the bed and deciding it was safe, beginning to pull her clothes off. He couldn't look, could he? He closed his eyes for a moment, but the temptation was too much.

He hoped that he wasn't behaving like a pervert, but he couldn't help himself. He shuddered with delight as she pulled off her jeans to reveal her silk underwear and long, luscious legs. Next, she pulled off her T-shirt and he saw her matching bra and tanned, concave stomach. She was absolutely gorgeous and he couldn't believe how beautiful she was.

"I'm done." She called as he lifted the duvet and saw her standing there in his T-shirt swaying sexily at her knees. "I'm just going to wash and stuff."

She walked into the bathroom and pushed the door so that it was only slightly ajar, she sneakily borrowed his toothbrush, though would never, ever admit to it and then she saw him through the gap of the door, taking his t-shirt off - she gasped to herself as she let herself watch him pulling off his trousers and revealing his boxers, she couldn't tare her eyes away as his shirt rose a little so that she could see the brown hairs sweeping up his stomach.

She felt as if she was doing something horrendous, but it felt good.

Chuck climbed into bed, feeling both physically and mentally exhausted. Sarah climbed in beside him and they spoke for about fifteen minutes or so about their day and then said goodnight and Chuck switched off the light.

In the darkness about twenty minutes later, Chuck couldn't sleep with this gorgeous woman in his bed and felt his hand being drawn to hers. He prayed she was asleep and ran his hand up and down her arm. Sarah was indeed awake and was shocked at the sensation of his touch, her skin prickled and her whole body turned hot with lust.

He must have thought she was asleep. She continued to breathe deeply as her hand settled over hers. She took a chance and rolled over so that her head was on his chest and then she didn't move and carried on snoring lightly.

Chuck didn't know whether she was asleep or not but he loved the feeling of this. He placed his arms around her and held her tight like the world was about to end. And only when his heart stopped racing so much and he could feel hers had slowed down too, did he let himself fall asleep.

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