This is not an original story. It was written during the middle of season 2. The original story assumed a sequel that never happened. So there will be some brand new content in this rewrite and several new chapters at the end.

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Honeymoon CIA Style

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Corporal Rodgers had just knocked on the door and very cautiously poked her head inside to let them know they would be landing within the half hour. They weren't sleeping, not really. But it was left to Sarah scramble out of her favorite cuddling position to get the sheet over their nakedness, more for Chuck's benefit than anything. If it had been up to Sarah, she would have given the perky Corporal an eyeful, mark her turf as it were. Then again, in the calmer moment that was inspired by the hottest, by a huge margin, several hours of sex of her whole life, she had to admit that she was maybe over reacting, a little anyway. This woman wasn't coming on to her husband, not really. She was just a natural flirt. And Chuck didn't even recognize the fact that she was flirting with him anyway. He never seemed to realize how often that he was the recipient of wistful glances from other women. That was… sweet.

"Tell me the truth," Sarah said with a teasing smile after the Corporal had closed the door, but not before taking a moment to kiss his neck a few times. "Was that really so hard?"

"Come on," Chuck said. "It was an assignment, right? Like you said, if I ever run into Bowles now I'll definitely have something to let her listen to. I must say, Mrs. Bartowski, you made a very convincing Neuorpol addict."

That got them both laughing. "You really meant to say 'fuck toy', right?" Sarah finally choked out. "Thanks. I think anyway. Besides, I was quite richly rewarded. Couldn't you hear the moans? Maybe my thighs were covering your ears."

She could plainly see the red rushing up his neck and into his face. There was a time when his reaction would have frustrated her. But now it was… well, incredibly cute. "I'm sorry if I'm embarrassing you," she said with a grin.

Chuck returned her grin. "You don't sound all that sorry," he teased.

"I'm really not," Sarah said while laughing. "It just seemed like the thing to say. The truth is I'm sort of enjoying making you blush a little."

"A little?"

That got Sarah laughing even harder. "Okay," she admitted. "The truth is I'm enjoying it a lot." Then she turned a little more serious. "Look," she said. "I understand that a marriage is a lot more than just sex. I get that. And I want ours to be a healthy marriage in every sense. I'm willing to do whatever it takes to prove that to you. I'll admit that I may not have a clue right now what that entirely means. So maybe I depend on sex a little more than I should. I'll work hard, I promise. I'd just ask for a little patience."

"You're being a little silly," Chuck said. "Do you really think that I have a clue right now how to be a good husband? I don't think anybody does. It's something that we'll have to grow into together. For the record, you don't ever have to be sorry about too much sex."

That got a distinct twinkle in her eyes. "When did I ever say that I was sorry?" she asked rhetorically. "You really didn't let me finish. I'm not sorry in the least, for multiple reasons."

"Reasons?" Chuck asked.

"I've already told you this," Sarah said. "But I spent a lot of sleepless nights feeling guilty when I was treating you like crap for so long. I got myself through those nights by promising myself that if I ever got the chance I would make it up to you. I'm keeping that promise to myself."

Chuck grinned. "I'd be wasting my breath telling you that you don't have to make up anything, right?" he asked. It was much more statement than question.

"Totally wasting your breath," Sarah said as she returned his grin. "I adore you. I love seeing you enjoy yourself, so aroused that you can't remember your own name. I want to make every effort to show you that you can ask me for anything. There is nothing off the table. I'm going to stay on you until you prove to me that you're willing to take me up on it."

Chuck got quiet for a moment. "I just don't want to make you feel like an object," he sighed.

Sarah raised her head with a sly smile. "Are you really going to make me get on my knees and beg?" she asked. "I think that I've already proven tonight rather conclusively that I will. We only have a few minutes before we land. Maybe not enough time to beg properly." Then she playfully dug her diamond ring into his arm. "On second thought," she said. "I don't have to beg. We're married. The laws are admittedly a little vague in this area, but do you feel that? That's the symbol that you're legally obligated to give me sex on demand, in virtually any kinky way I want it. If you don't come though, I'll sue. Maybe I should see a lawyer and get a court order."

"That's quite an interesting interpretation of marriage law," Chuck said with his own smile. "Then again, you're in law enforcement. You'd probably know better that I would. Not to quibble on details, but technically that was your engagement ring. That's only the symbol that I promised that someday I would be legally obligated give you kinky sex on demand. Trust me, no lawyers or court orders will be necessary. I'm sorry for making this such a big deal, but I just have to hear you say it. Anything? Are you sure about that?"

"Chuck," Sarah said in faux frustration. "What more do you want? Fiery letters in the sky? Anything means anything. I'll admit that I'd be surprised if you asked for some things. If you asked to invite Corporal Rodgers back here to join us, I'd have a hard time pretending to enjoy it. But I forfeit any right to be upset. If you asked for that, I'd consider that it would be my obligation to make it happen."

"I would never ask for that," Chuck immediately protested.

That got Sarah's grin back in force. "I know," she said. "That's why I used that particular example. Okay, so maybe my motives aren't quite as pure as fresh mountain snow here. The simple truth is I'm having the time of my life. I've never felt anything close to this before. Chuck, I can't even describe it; it's like pure electricity poring through my body. Earlier when I was begging for my next dose of Neuorpol and you were making me put on that show for you, my knees were so weak that I could barely stand."

Off his concerned look Sarah continued. "You don't even have to say it," she said. "I can see it written all over your face. No, that doesn't mean there is anything wrong with our regular sex life. Come on, Chuck, we have a connection in bed that I never thought was possible. In fact I'm pretty much addicted to it. But there is also nothing wrong with being a little creative and changing things up sometimes, is there? If you're feeling guilty about that, you shouldn't. I have some fantasies that I'm going to be asking you to make come true too. We're on our honeymoon. Isn't this the time and place to just relax and enjoy each other? To forget that the rest of the world even exists? Give me a single reason that we should hold back."

Chuck was suddenly struck by the ridiculousness of the situation. Here was his soul mate, not to mention the most beautiful girl in the whole world, pleading with him to allow her to give him two weeks that he would never forget. He really had no choice but to grin. "Here's the deal," he said. "You're absolutely right. It's our honeymoon. There is no reason to hold back. Maybe we should talk about Beckman's offer for a few minutes, get that out of the way."

"Not now," Sarah said firmly. "We're on our honeymoon. The rest of the world doesn't exist, remember? That includes the CIA… and especially Beckman. I can't think of much that would ruin the mood that I'm going for than to think about General Diane Beckman, can you? Whatever she really wants here, we can wait for two weeks before we tell her to go to hell. Agreed?"

"Agreed," Chuck sighed.

Sarah's grin turned a little on the evil side. "Thank you," she said. "So we agree, I can expect your full and enthusiastic participation for whatever I can come up with."

"Wow," Chuck said. "This is sounding more and more like I don't have much of a choice.

"Good," Sarah teased as she reached over to kiss him gently. "So you do understand."

That got them both laughing hard.

"That's very good," Sarah said. "Chuck, sweetie, you're soon going to have some new experiences that you've never dreamed of. For the next two weeks…" Sarah paused to allow her words to sink in.

"Your ass is mine."

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Bryce Larkin really wasn't in a very good mood. He didn't want to be here in this office. He was already supposed to be in the plane on his way to Hawaii. So he was a little less than his usual charming self. Maybe this would be easy. "Dr. Cole, can we get started?" he asked.

Joan Cole was in charge of the Intersect 2.0 testing project. It was a position that quite frankly rankled most, if not all, of her colleagues. Oh, there was no question that she was brilliant. That wasn't the issue. But could someone so young and inexperienced head such a vital and pressure packed project? Most of the team she led were almost double her age, had worked on some variant of the Intersect project for years.

Of course it didn't help the institutional resentment any that Joan was, if not beautiful, far better looking than one would expect from the typical research scientist. That led to the inevitable whispers that Dr. Cole's amazing rise through the ranks were partially anyway earned on her back. The irony of that was it couldn't be further from the truth. Not only did she never try to use her good looks in any way, she didn't even recognize that she was pretty, never made any effort to enhance her looks. It wasn't like she was a virgin or anything. She even had a steady boyfriend for a few months in her sophomore year at Duke. But he eventually wanted more than she was prepared to give so they both agreed to move on. After that ended she found herself far to busy to spend any time dating. And you didn't earn the title of 'Doctor' while still in your twenties, especially in such a male dominated field, by being boy crazy.

So what was it about this bad boy CIA Agent that simply took her breath away? Joan couldn't explain it, in fact was more than a little embarrassed by it. But she also couldn't deny that it was true. His blue eyes and boyish grin simply made her thighs tingle. She looked forward to his next visit, made sure that she traded her typical white lab jacket for a blouse on those days, forced herself into her only lacy bra, even took the unprecedented step of applying makeup and unbuttoning that button, the one that until now had always stayed fastened.

She was more than a little disappointed by his mood. "Dr. Cole?" she asked. "Isn't that a little formal? I thought that we agreed…"

Bryce silently kicked himself. The fact was that he needed her help. She was going to have to break more than a few rules to give him what he needed. He had been working on her for a few months now. It was pretty much like a lion stalked a gazelle. He knew that she was ready for the physical phase, had been for a while now. It was written all over her face in the language that men like Bryce Larkin were so expert at reading. And even if it wasn't written on her face, her nipples that were now pointing at him through her blouse said it even more plainly. All he had to do was to pull the trigger.

And to blow all of that hard work simply because he was obsessing over Sarah? It was beyond stupid. Not only that, it was unprofessional. Fortunately, it was also easily fixed. So he put the pout on his face and looked sadly into her eyes. "I'm sorry, Joan," he said. "I didn't mean anything by it. I guess I'm just frustrated. Can I be totally honest?"

Joan was so enthralled looking into his bright blue eyes that she didn't realize for a long moment that he was expecting an answer. "Of course," she finally said.

"You're frustrating me," Bryce said.

That surprised Joan. It was the last thing she expected him to say. "Me?" was all she could think of. "In what way?"

"I thought that we had something, a personal connection," Bryce said. "It wouldn't be appropriate for me to make an advance on you. I kept waiting for you to give me a sign that it would be okay. I guess I've misinterpreted you. I'm sorry if this is inappropriate. I was just hoping… look, you're clearly not interested. I'll back off."

Joan was wrong a moment ago. That was the last thing that she expected him to say. "Oh my God," she whispered. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize. I don't want you to back off." Maybe that made her sound like the boy-crazy slut that she normally looked down upon. But she frankly no longer cared. Whatever it was going to take to get him, she was more than willing to do. "The truth is I've been waiting for you."

Bryce turned on that boyish smile. She had just surrendered. They both knew it. Now it was time to seal the deal. "This is tragic," he said. "We've been waiting for each other. Now I have to go back on assignment tonight. I'm not sure when I'll be back. Let's not waste any more time dancing around that. Maybe we'll have to make today last for a while."

Joan was so enthralled that she didn't even realize at first that he was kissing her. But it was clearly the high point of her life. Her meter was already well past the red line as their tongues quickly danced passionately. Joan had never felt like this in her life, really couldn't tell how long she was floating on that all-consuming cloud. It seemed to be forever. He was beyond smooth. She was clearly no match for his experience or skill at this. She honestly didn't even realize that her shirt and bra were lying on the floor until he broke the kiss and moved to her left breast, playfully pulling on her now rock hard nipple with his lips.

Joan hadn't been in a leadership position with the CIA for very long, maybe didn't understand all of the rules. But she was pretty sure that wildly fucking a field agent, a subordinate, on the top of her desk during a business meeting was probably frowned upon. What she was totally sure of was that she no longer cared. It simply didn't matter. This was something that she needed. She would have gladly traded her career for the electric feeling that his tongue on her breast and his exploring hand that had slid down inside of her panties was generating.

Bryce's grin was not all fake. He was pretty happy with himself. The boyish smile had struck again. It almost wasn't fair. And if you had to make sacrifices for your country, well, this one wasn't all that bad. The moans she was trying to keep a little quiet so they couldn't be heard through the door said it all. One fuck and she would be his, more than willing, love struck slave for as long as he wanted. Getting her to come to his room tonight for a farewell night of debauchery, going outside of CIA rules, and giving him the Intersect glasses that he needed was the very minimum he would now be able to get her to do. The look of desire in her eyes as she stepped out of her panties said that more clearly than any words possibly could.

With such a willing student, it was almost a shame that he wouldn't have the time tonight to see how many things he could teach her. That might be a little fun. Maybe he could figure out some way to make her naive lust something to use to his advantage. But that was for later. Now that he had her naked, he broke the embrace for a moment to lift her onto the edge of her desk, gently pushed her knees apart, and then stepped back to admire her submissive position, ceding all control to him, waiting helplessly with wide eyes for whatever he was going to do next, biting her lip to keep silent, while he unbuttoned his own shirt.

This was way too easy.

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"So tell me the truth," Laura said as she gawked at him evilly. "Was it really so hard for you to trust me?"

Casey lifted his head from the pillow long enough to test the two sets of cuffs that had each of his hands fastened above his head to the headboard. No question that she had done this a time or two. His hands were securely fastened. "I'm not so sure," he said tentatively. "I had a bad experience once with this sort of thing."

"I know," Laura said. "Sarah told me all about it. She even showed me the picture she took. That's sort of why I insisted on this. I need you to trust me. I'm not Carina, Casey. In fact I'm pretty much the exact opposite of Carina. She tricked you into this position to mess with you and yet avoid fucking you. I tricked you into this position to mess with you but also to give you the wildest fuck you've ever experienced."

"Tricked?" Casey asked as he jerked at his binds in a hopeless attempt to get free. "What does that mean?"

"That I'm now totally in charge of this situation, Casey," Laura replied as her grin turned evil. "You probably don't realize it yet but you're now my slave. I think that I can prove that to you." She got up and pressed a button on her phone that was sitting on the night stand.

"You're recording this?" Casey asked nervously. "Why?"

"I'm going to give it to Chuck," Laura said as she stood beside the bed and allowed her dress to slide to the floor, leaving her dressed the same way she was with Sarah and West earlier, in only her bright red thong and stockings. Then she ghosted her hand gently over the tent that was oh so plainly obvious in his boxers. "I really like him, Casey. At first it might embarrass him a little. But after he gets over the initial shock, I imagine he'll have a field day teasing you mercilessly about this for… well, basically forever. We both know that's true. I don't think that there's really any question about it. Unless of course, I get exactly what I want here. I think that I'd enjoy hearing you admit that."

"You're bluffing," Casey said.

That got a short laugh. "Bluffing, Casey?" she asked. "Really? Do you really think that I'm bluffing? Wow, I have to say, I figured you for a lot smarter than that."

Casey suddenly realized that she wasn't bluffing. "Okay," he admitted in the tone of total defeat. "I give. You're in charge. What's it going to take to keep that from happening?"

"Mistress?" Laura prodded gently.

Casey clearly realized that there was only one way out of this… her way. "Okay, Mistress," he said sadly. "What's it going to take?"

"First allow me to compliment you on recognizing the futility of any resistance so quickly," Laura said. "Some men would have made this a lot harder on themselves. To answer your question, it's going to take whatever I can think of to amuse myself. That's quite a tent you're pitching, let's start off by taking a good look at the pole."

She reached down to tug at the band on his boxers. "Come on, Casey," she said as if she were talking to a child. "Lift up your hips. Be a good boy and help me out a little. Trust me, with what you're packing you have nothing to be ashamed about. I'll bet Chuck will be suitably impressed. I'm not sure how Sarah will react. Of course you realize that Chuck will surely show her this tape, right. I'm not sure if size impresses her or where Chuck is on that scale. So if you ever see her staring at your crotch, well, don't worry too much. Just between us, I have every intention of making good use of that amazing tool that I now completely own… a little later."

As soon as she had him naked, Laura stood next to his head and slowly slid off her thong then sat next to him on the edge of the bed to roll down her stockings. Once she was also naked, she climbed onto his chest, and straddled him provocatively. Then she turned a little to face the camera. "Well, Chuck," she said. "If you're watching this it means that Casey here didn't do absolutely everything in his power to make me happy. That doesn't seem too bright to me. Tell Sarah that I'm sorry for showing you my tits. Be honest though, they're pretty nice, right? Not to brag or anything, but I've been getting lots of compliments about them since I was fifteen. Please let Sarah know that Casey here had a chance to avoid all of this… and blew it. If you never see this, well, that means that he's stepped up and made me a very happy girl."

Laura turned back to Casey. "Men have been using me as a fuck toy for years now," she said with a smile that was pure evil. "I can't tell you how much I've looked forward to turning the tables." She began to inch her way up his chest, grinning a little broader with every inch. "Guess what your first task is going to be?" she asked rhetorically. "I shouldn't have to say this. But I suggest that you make every effort to do an amazingly good job. Precision is very important here, but so is enthusiasm. Any questions?"

"No, mistress."

"Good," Laura said as she settled down to enjoy his efforts. "You may begin."

Okay, so Laura's expectations here were quite high. But it was quickly becoming obvious that this was something that he was good at. It wouldn't exactly fit the mood she was going for to praise him by moaning. So she bit her lip to keep it in. But his tongue already had her senses on fire. "For the next two hours," she sighed contentedly.

"Your ass is mine."

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Whatever Sarah's current opinion of General Beckman was, she had to admit something. She had spared no expense to provide them with a truly first class honeymoon. There was no other way to describe it, the suite was simply marvelous. For one thing, it was right on the beach. Their fifteenth floor location gave them an amazing view of the ocean. When you walked out onto the balcony, you could hear the waves crashing and feel the marvelous soft ocean breeze. It was early in the morning, but one could imagine that the perfectly manicured, pure white beach would soon be busy with tourists enjoying the water and sun.

The inside of the suite was no less spectacular. It had all of the normal amenities one with expect with separate access to the balcony from the bedroom or living room. A small kitchen area sat off the main room. There was one thing for sure, the kitchen would go unused. Sarah had no intention of picking her honeymoon to learn how to cook.

Of course, Sarah's attention was immediately drawn to the large poster bed. It's where they would be spending a lot of the next two weeks. She resisted her first reaction to check if the pole holding up the poster was sturdy enough to be used as a makeshift stripper pole. There would be time to inspect it more closely later.

Chuck's attention would have normally been drawn to the massive, sixty inch LCD television that was mounted on the wall. But the honest truth was, he was tired. It may have been early in the morning, but his body was telling him that it was noon… of the next day. He wasn't used to staying up all night. And yes, he had just spent several hours in bed. But sleep was maybe the one experience that Sarah hadn't quite gotten around to. So that large poster bed was looking pretty good to him as well, maybe for a different reason, but still.

"Do you think we could go to bed for a while?" he asked hopefully. "And maybe get some sleep," he added with as much smile as he could muster, just in case she misinterpreted his intent in any way.

Sarah was positively giddy, about lots of things, really. Sleeping wasn't all that high on her list of planned activities for the near future. In fact she had the phone in her hand ready to order some breakfast from room service. But the pleading tone in his voice struck her as funny. So she dropped that phone and narrowed her eyebrows at him. "Do you really think that this bed is for sleeping?" she asked with her hands on her hips. "This is our honeymoon. Maybe I wasn't as clear on the plane as I assumed."

Sarah couldn't keep a straight face for very long watching the look on his face which was half confusion, and half horror. He opened his mouth to respond but clearly was stuck for a response. "I'm teasing you, Chuck," she finally let him off the hook with a laugh. "Let's make a deal. We can take your nap. Then after we wake up, we'll go downstairs and shop for some stuff. We both need suits. We're going to go together and pick out the skimpiest bikini possible without getting arrested for me to model for your enjoyment for the next two weeks. Then we'll find a similarly skimpy banana hammock for you to model for my amusement. Is that fair?"

Chuck actually had some hope that she was still teasing him. He pushed down the thought that he wouldn't be the only man on the beach seeing his beautiful wife model a skimpy bikini. And a banana hammock? He didn't see that happening either. But frankly, he was so tired at that point that he would have agreed to almost anything to get her to let him take that nap. "Fine," he sighed. But all of that concern faded as he looked at her. He was overwhelmed by the glow of pure joy on her face. "You're in an awfully good mood," he observed.

One of the advantages of wearing such a slutty dress was that it was easy to take off. Sarah had already stepped out of it and was ready for the nap. She stepped up and wrapped her arms around his neck and squeezed for everything she was worth. "I'm happy, Chuck," she said softly. "And not just about the prospect of a wild honeymoon. We're going to start our life together. Fulcrum has been defeated. I no longer have to be your bodyguard. Now I can concentrate on being what I want to be, wife, mother, sister. I'm so excited, sweetie. I'm sorry if I get a little obnoxious."

"Don't be sorry," Chuck said. "I love seeing you like this. The honest truth is that I'm looking forward to that life together every bit as much as you are."

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Laura had finally caught her breath enough to lean up and gently kiss Casey. They were lying cuddled together covered by only a single sheet, his now free arms wrapped firmly around her. "Admit it," she said. "This girl-on-top thing works. Is it official? Best fuck ever for you too?"

Casey laughed. "It's official," he said. "Not only that, I got out of Chuck seeing it happen, right?"

That got Laura laughing. "About that," she said. "I was totally bluffing. Sarah would absolutely kill me if I ever showed Chuck a tape of me naked. You actually bought that? Maybe we should play some poker later."

"I knew it," Casey said, mad at himself. "She wouldn't kill you right away. She would make you suffer for a while first."

"But it didn't work out so horribly," Laura teased. "Did it?"

Casey didn't answer. "When do you have to be back in Miami?" he asked softly.

"I have to leave tomorrow," Laura answered sadly. "I hate this assignment. I'll be so happy when I get to shoot that sadistic bastard in the head."

Casey knew the answer before he asked. He of all people should have never asked that question. But he couldn't help himself. "Do you really have to go?" he asked softly.

Laura didn't answer either. "Please," she pleaded. "Don't make this harder than it already is. I can't fall in love with you. Not now. I'm maybe not Carina, but I'm not Sarah either. I… Casey, my head is too messed up right now. I don't want to make another mistake. That wouldn't be fair to you. Please don't ask for something that I can't give."

"Okay," he said sadly. "I understand."

Laura leaned in to kiss him again, this time much more urgently. "No you don't," she said. "Or if you do, you're the only one who does. Don't worry. I will be back. That's the only promise I feel comfortable making at this point."

"I'll be here," Casey said trying to lighten the mood as much as possible. "For the record, I don't want you to be Sarah. I'm happy for her and everything, but that would make me hurl."

That got a genuine grin. "I know," she said. "Me too. At least we still have the rest of the night. I still have high hopes." Laura picked up a set of cuffs from the nightstand and dangled them suggestively in front of his face.

"It's your turn to be in charge."

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