Your Hands in Mine P7
Day 4 in paradise was back to sunny and bright, after their very leisurely day in bed during the rain, Sarah and Chuck were up early and eating a big breakfast that had been delivered to their cottage. They had an afternoon planned at the spa and Sarah already intended to hit the ocean for a quick swim first so she sat in her bikini and shorts with the sun on her nearly bare back as she enjoyed her omelet.
"Did I get the sunscreen everywhere?" Chuck asked as he looked at her skin.
"I think I am well-coated, yes," she grinned at him.
"I could do another coat, just to be safe," he offered.
She just giggled at him. Their silly exchange was interrupted by the buzz of Chuck's phone.
The big man on the display was a surprise to Chuck, but not unpleasantly so.
"Hey Casey," Chuck answered and looked at Sarah with a question on his face.
"Hey, Bartowski, I know you guys are on vacation and I do not want to know what I am interrupting, but I wanted you to know we got him," Casey said quickly.
"We're eating breakfast. Wait, got who?" Chuck asked.
"Quinn's guy, we got him in London. You're safe, for now any way," Casey grumbled.
"Wow, thanks Casey, but I didn't even know you were still working for Beckman."
"In case you haven't noticed it is really hard to not work for that woman," Casey grunted.
"I am familiar with the concept, yes. Will we see you stateside any time soon?"
"I promised Alex I would get there in a couple months. How's Walker?" Casey asked.
Chuck would be annoyed that Casey insisted on calling his wife by her former last name, but with Casey it was clearly a term of endearment. The relationship between his wife and her former partner was one of the most unique and genuine he had ever known between colleagues.
"Good, want to say hi?" Chuck didn't give him a chance to answer as he handed the phone to a slightly nervous looking Sarah.
"Hi Casey," she began.
"Hey, Walker, how are you?" his voice softened.
"I'm doing well, thanks. Getting my memories back in bits and pieces."
"Bartowski driving you nuts yet?"
Sarah grinned, that sounded like the Casey she was remembering, "He's been great."
"Good. I'm glad."
"Let us know when you are in California."
"I will," and with that he was gone.
"So no more protection detail. I just confirmed with Beckman," Chuck had retrieved his laptop while Sarah talked to Casey.
"Great," Sarah smiled relieved.
"Now back to these crepes," Chuck grinned and dove into his breakfast.
***555***
"The suite is yours for the afternoon. No one will enter without calling first, make yourselves comfortable. Your massage is scheduled for 3:00 right through here," the massage therapist opened a door to an adjoining room.
"Wonderful," Sarah smiled.
"Robes and towels," she opened a large armoire to reveal lots of soft plush items.
Chuck smiled and nodded.
"Refreshments," she indicated a table of light snacks, water, tea and juice, "if you want to order anything further just pick up the phone."
"Sounds perfect," Sarah couldn't stop smiling.
"I'll see you next door in a couple of hours," the woman smiled back and left.
Sarah didn't say anything after the woman left, but Chuck could tell how delighted she was as she moved over and poured a cup of water from the crystal decanter. She sipped the water slowly as her perceptive eyes took in the accommodations.
Chuck crossed his arms and watched his wife take in the room, the private hot tub, the love seat sized chaise lounge, the glass walled shower and wood-paneled sauna. She walked to a vanity and sat for a moment smelling different lotions and scrubs before moving again over to the large chaise and stretching out.
"Come here," she whispered and Chuck moved smoothly to the other side of the chaise.
He joined her and instantly they moved in unison on to their sides facing each other. They curled their knees in and wiggled to get closer to the other.
"I like it here," she whispered again.
"I can tell," he whispered back.
"Thank you for bringing me here."
"I'll take you anywhere you want to go Sarah," he wiggled the last few inches so he could pull her into his arms, their legs tangling together.
***555***
Chuck and Sarah had moved from the chaise to the Jacuzzi, from the Jacuzzi to the sunny private deck, from the deck to the sauna and back to the Jacuzzi.
"We should shower," Chuck mentioned as he nuzzled her warm damp neck.
"Yeah," Sarah said breathlessly as she tilted her head to give him better access.
Chuck finally extricated his lips from her body and wiggled out from under her. He stood and stretched and reached a hand down to help her up. He handed her a towel and they padded across the room to the shower. It was as nice as the one in their cottage and Chuck fiddled with the controls to get the temperature and water flow just right.
Sarah took a face cloth and added some of the liquid shower gel. She inhaled deeply and loved the clean oceany scent that was not too flowery for her big tall man.
"Can I?" she held the cloth up as an offering.
"Sure," Chuck said quietly.
She turned him and began with his back, rubbing the soapy cloth along his strong shoulders and down the sinewy lines of his back, over his ass before she crouched down to reach his thighs. Chuck had to hold on to the wall in front of him as Sarah stroked one thigh while using the other as leverage, her fingers curling around it.
The water cascaded off his back as Sarah placed a warm wet kiss on the back of his knee, nearly buckling his legs. She moved around in front of him, with the wall at her back now and worked her way up the front of his legs. When she stood to reach his chest she pressed her body against his the whole way up, earning a sexy moan that echoed off the tile in the most delicious way.
Sarah leaned back enough to get the wash cloth between them, up over Chuck's abs and around the counters of his chest to his shoulders again. She reached in closer, pressing herself fully against him to work the cloth around to the back of his neck as she kissed him. He slid his hands all over her wet body, but finally he reached up and took the wash cloth from her fingers.
"Your turn," he growled in her ear and turned her to face the wall.
This was the fantasy he had yesterday and he could tell already that she wanted it too, but he held back at first and gently ran the soapy wash cloth over her soft skin.
"Chuck," she ground out his name and wiggled her ass back against him.
"Yes?" he asked casually despite his own desire.
"I need…I have to…god…please," her words were cut off as he slipped the wash cloth around to the front of her torso, hitting every sensitive spot he could find.
Finally she knocked her forehead gently against the tile and made a sound somewhere between a moan and a purr that drove Chuck over the edge. Sarah heard the wet splat of the face cloth hitting the floor as she felt him take both of her hips in his hands.
"Now?" she looked back over her shoulder and the look on Chuck's face was so sexy she almost lost herself right there.
"Now," he assured her.
***555***
Chuck and Sarah took a little longer in the shower than originally planned so they had to hurry to get dried off and ready for their massage. Sarah sat at the vanity and brushed out her wet hair and piled it into a sloppy bun while Chuck kneeled behind her and kissed along the line from shoulder to shoulder above the edge of towel she had wrapped around her.
"Sorry about that," he said and she looked up to see his concerned face in the mirror.
"Sorry about what?" she said truly confused.
"That," he hooked a thumb back towards the shower.
"Still confused, why are you sorry?"
"That was a little quicker than I would have liked," he shrugged.
"Well we did not have time for leisurely and I much preferred that to nothing It was very very hot," she looked him in the eye and kissed him softly.
"Oh it was definitely hot, I just, I want you to know how special I think you are every time I get to do that."
"Chuck, I know. I know how much you respect me and value sex. I can remember our first time now, I can remember how careful and loving you were and I see the respect you have for me in every single thing you do in and out of bed, or, you know, showers," she giggled.
"You deserve that, Sarah, you deserve to be treated with respect."
Sarah knew at that moment that she had told Chuck a lot about herself, her messy childhood her early CIA days, he really knew her and had clearly been trying to improve the quality of life she enjoyed.
"Thank you, for being you, Chuck. I am a very lucky girl. I also know that we have lived a very busy life since we got together, you can't tell me we haven't had to utilize the quickie in the past. I mean the supply closet is nice, but it doesn't really lend itself to relaxing."
Chuck laughed, but his eyes went dark as he remembered various stolen moments in that supply closet after missions or before, when tensions were high and sex really took the edge off.
"I'll need details of whatever it is you are thinking about later," she kissed him quickly and stood, "now we have a massage."
***555***
Sarah and Chuck were like bags of jelly by the time they left the spa, they nearly had to hold each other up. Sam had offered to pick them up, but they assured him they would walk back to the cottage, but they only made it as far as the pool area before they collapsed in a couple of chaise lounges.
"Want a drink?" Sarah asked.
"I'm not sure alcohol is such a good idea," Chuck laughed as he let his arm flop to the side.
"Did the masseuse remove your bones, baby?" Sarah giggled.
"I feel so good," Chuck sighed.
"Me too."
A waiter appeared out of nowhere it seemed and offered Chuck and Sarah menus to peruse and it turned out that the bar also made smoothies.
"Mmmm, this is what we need babe," Sarah pointed.
"Good call," Chuck agreed and they each ordered an all-natural smoothie.
"Awesome would be so proud," Sarah grinned and Chuck was happy she remembered such a minor detail.
"Maybe the smoothie will give us enough energy for a swim," Chuck mentioned as they looked at the beautiful and empty swimming pool in front of them.
"Mmmm," Sarah nodded with effort.
Chuck found enough strength to lean over and pull her chair closer to his, they were spoiled by the double-wide chaise in the spa. He toed off his sandals and coaxed her foot and leg closer to his own. She wanted to just abandon her own chair and drape her boneless body over his, but they were much more out in the open than they had been all week, even though it appeared no one else was around.
"We are going to have a hard time acclimating to public life again," she smiled.
"How so?" Chuck asked just as the waiter arrived with their smoothies.
Sarah thanked him and waited for him to go all the way inside before she answered him.
"I want to always be touching you," she indicated their tangled feet, "in one way or another."
"We found socially acceptable ways to manage that before," Chuck assured her.
"Good," she leaned close enough to kiss the side of his face.
TBC…