The Model Agent
By SarahsSupplyCloset
Author's Note: Enjoy!
Summary: Sarah Walker's modeling career is in its budding stages when the CIA recruits her into their ranks at 16. 10 years later, she's balancing being a world famous supermodel and actress with spying for the CIA. Her existence is fraught with danger and she's constantly on the go, until she meets a disarmingly sincere man on the beach...and her life is changed forever.
Disclaimer: I do not own CHUCK. I am not making any money writing this story.
Chuck propped his chin in his hands and leaned his elbows on the counter, watching as she meticulously poured the vacuum sealed bag of tortellini into the boiling hot water on the stove.
She opened a cupboard beneath the sink and tossed the bag in the trash tucked in there, and then she shut the cupboard again and turned to glance around the kitchen.
He knew what she was doing so he scrambled to the end of the counter and snatched up the wooden spoon and thrusted it towards her with a smile.
"Thank you," she said quietly, her eyes sparkling as she plucked it from his fingers and began stirring the tortellinis. She bit her lip, and he noticed a slow smile growing around it.
"Where'd you get these anyway?" he asked, pointing at the pot. "I didn't see a label on the bag or anything."
"My chef made them from scratch. She makes them, seals them, and brings them for me to make myself dinner and stuff when she isn't here."
Chuck did a double take. "Your…chef? Do you mean you've got a friend who's a chef?"
She smirked and then he saw a hint of almost embarrassment in her face. "Uh, no. Though I guess she's kind of my friend. We're friendly. But I hired her as my personal chef. She works for me. But she isn't a live-in chef or anything nuts like that," she seemed to feel the need to explain. "It's more that she makes her own schedule each week, comes in and out, preps stuff for me for the week. And if I have a dinner party or something, which…isn't often, I'll have her cook for that night. But it isn't as, um, intense as it sounds. Dinner parties are very rare. People don't get to come here often."
He tilted his head. "I'm not judging you for having a chef, Sarah. I wish I could have a chef, but it doesn't make much sense with the way I live my life. I mean, I have a condo and that's where I spend MOST of my time. It wouldn't make sense to hire my own chef for the beach house, since I don't really LIVE there much, I just go stay at that place to get away here and there. And my place in New York isn't exactly somewhere I spend a lot of time, either. Not to mention, if I did hire a chef, my sister would never let me hear the end of it." Chuck affected a voice. "I didn't raise you helping me in the kitchen only for you to hire a cook!" He rolled his eyes and smirked.
Sarah raised an eyebrow as she tapped the spatula on the lip of the pan and set it to the side, reaching over to grab the lid and setting it on top a bit wonky to let the steam escape through the crack. "Why's that? She not approve of people hiring chefs?"
"No, no. I don't think she has much of an opinion on it either way, at least not in general. But it's particularly the idea of ME having a chef. She's the best cook I know and she's been trying to teach me, you know, the two of us growing up together. She'd see my hiring a chef as me giving up on cooking for myself and she'd be livid. Like she wasted all this time teaching me." He chuckled and then held up his hands, meeting her gaze. "None of this is a commentary on you and why you'd need to hire a chef. I don't know your story. And I'd never pretend to know why you do the things you do in your own life."
"Ah." The supermodel smirked. "I hired a chef because I wanted to eat good, healthy food. Not that I was trying to diet or anything, but eating healthy food is a good way to keep my career going, and to die at a ripe old age instead of at like 50 after a battle with heart disease. I, um, don't have a sister, so that's out. And I could only cook microwave meals myself, I never had anyone who was willing to…teach me otherwise. And I've always just had people paid to feed me, even…" She halted and finished quietly. "Even as a kid. So yeah, I hired Selena. Turns out she's a good teacher too though because I've picked some stuff up from her." She bounced her shoulders in a proud shrug, smiling at him with her lips pressed together.
"Oh yeah?" he chuckled, internally sticking that bit about having people paid to feed her even when she was a kid in the place where he stored small things she told him about herself. "Am I about to reap the rewards?"
"Definitely," she half growled.
"Hot."
That made her laugh as she squeezed past him, touching his arm as she did.
Chuck had tossed his button-up back on, but didn't feel like doing the hard part: buttoning it. And now they stood barefoot in her kitchen as she moved around, grabbing ingredients for this late lunch they were having.
"I hope you aren't just making this for me because I'M hungry," he said then as the thought occurred to him. "You're eating too right?"
"I'm eating too," she said with a nod. "Turns out you're not the only hungry one. Only my stomach's a little quieter."
Chuck felt himself blushing as he watched her slice off the end of a stick of unsalted butter. "Can I help?"
"In the drawer in the corner," she said pointing. "There's a garlic press. It's small and handheld. Metal. Can you get it for me please?"
"Sure!"
He did, after a bit of digging in the drawer, and then he watched as she peeled and crushed the garlic. Within minutes, she had a short and wide sauce pan with a creamy buttery garlic sauce going even as she turned off the burner with the pasta cooking above it.
And mere minutes after that, she was draining the pasta and pouring her sauce over it, tossing the tortellini in the sauce with the large spoon.
By the time they sat down at the bar off the side of her kitchen, Chuck was more than just hungry. He was famished. And that Selena chef woman Sarah had hired had done an excellent job with her student, apparently, because the pasta was incredible.
"God the flavor is so good," he breathed, shoveling more in his mouth and groaning even as he chewed.
"Thank you." She ducked her head with a shy smile and he loved the way she tucked some of her hair behind her ear, piercing a tortellini with her fork and putting it between her lips.
"Compliments to the chef, for sure."
"I'll tell her."
"No, I mean you," he exclaimed, chuckling.
Sarah blushed harder, laughing. "Oh. Right. Duh. Sorry. Thanks. I DID learn this from her, though, for the record." Her eyes widened then as she finally looked down at his plate, and this time it was his turn to blush. "Jesus, you're almost done already?"
"Oh. Uh… ahem." He shrugged. "It's really good and I haven't had anything since the cup of coffee I drank this morning. I should probably—" Eat slower he was going to say, but Sarah cut him off.
"What? You only had a cup of coffee all day? Chuck, it's so late in the day and this is the first food you're having!"
"Yeah, it was a busy day."
"No excuse." She poked him in the shoulder, giving him an admonishing look. "That's not healthy. It's not good for you. You're too tall not to be eating three square meals a day."
"I had a meeting with a guy in New Delhi at 5 am and it lasted for almost 3 hours and by the time I was done with that, I only had time for coffee before the next meeting started. So on and so forth. And I had to check in with my head of marketing because I've got a new program I'm starting… What? Why are you looking at me like that?"
She raised her eyebrows and shook her head, keeping her blue eyes on his face. "You really are a workaholic, aren't you?"
"It's bad. But this? This has been good for me. You're good for me. I literally ran out on my job to come here. Dropped everything." He swiped his hand through the air. "Bam. Done. No more work today, I've got a beautiful supermodel with insane pasta skills to see."
Giggling, she finished chewing and swallowing before she responded. "Well, apparently, I'm good for you in more ways than one because if I hadn't made this, you wouldn't be eating today."
"See?" He grinned at her. "You're forcing my head out of the unending amount of work that I have to do, and you're-you're letting me just relax and enjoy…" He searched for the word. "Life!"
"The whole stop to smell the roses thing?"
He nodded, smiling harder. "Yeah. And the roses smell extra sweet in your garden." He paused and felt his face crumble in embarrassment. "Wait. No. Hold on, that didn't sound right."
"That's it. You're done." She grabbed his plate and began to get up to take it away from him, biting her lip in amusement, probably in spite of herself.
But he reached out to grab the plate on the other side. "No no no please this is my only meal of the day and it's so good! Please! I apologize for the weirdly dirty thing I meant to be sweet!"
Sarah cracked up, letting him take the food back. "It was weirdly dirty."
"I know, I'm sorry. I swear, it sounded sweet to me in my weird brain. Lack of food has maybe made this thing misfire." He tapped his head with his finger.
They finished their food soon thereafter and Chuck found himself standing shoulder to shoulder with her at the sink, with her washing and him drying. And he couldn't help thinking about the fact that he'd had enough women he'd dated over the years and he never ended up standing at a sink taking washed dishes from any of them to dry after eating.
He hated himself for realizing that because he knew how bad he could get with this woman if he let himself sink too deep too quickly. And he didn't need these kinds of realizations prompting him to lose his mind over her this early on in their…this.
"Thanks for helping," she said as she passed him the washed lid of the pot she cooked the pasta in.
"Eh, it's nothing." He smiled at her as he took the lid, drying it quickly.
"Hey…" She reached across him then and took the lid from his hand, setting it down. "Leave this stuff. I'll put it away later. Want a drink? We can take it to the roof."
"See, now you're the one wanting to do the roof thing."
"Oh, shut up," she said with a snort.
+ —
Sarah Walker was clear-eyed about literally everything in her life. The ups and downs, the jobs she took and the ones she didn't take, the roles she got and the ones she didn't get, the men she dated and the ones she didn't date, the men she slept with and the ones she didn't sleep with, the strained relationship with her parents and her childhood, the CIA, Director Graham, her partnership with Casey, what she had to hide and what she didn't have to hide, the reason why she was able to keep the same agent for as long as she was—not always out of the kindness of Tyler Martin's heart but because she was good for his bank account.
And that was why she was clear-eyed about this, too.
She was sitting on the roof of her house, overlooking the expanse of Los Angeles and the ocean it was pressed up against, with a stiff drink of bourbon and very good man. And they'd been silent now for going on 12 minutes. And not a second of it had made her uncomfortable. Not for a moment did she feel like she had to fill the space with trivial chatter, or gossip from behind-the-scenes at fashion shows, the way she had with other men she'd spent time with, men she was romantically…entangled with.
Instead, there was a comfortable, safe silence between them, letting the breeze drift past them, just looking out at everything, sipping their drinks, each having taken one of the chairs and pulling it closer to the edge of the roof so that they could see more.
Sarah Walker was clear-eyed about this whole thing, about what it meant.
She liked this very good man a lot. She LIKED him. He was kind, warm, thoughtful, sweet, and down-to-earth, in spite of being at least a multi-millionaire, though she knew there was a possibility he was a billionaire. He was enjoyable to be around, funny and intelligent, dorky, a goofball, and with an attractive blend of self-awareness and confidence to be himself around her. When his lips touched hers, things just HAPPENED inside of her, like her blood rushing, fingers tingling. And he had a handsomeness that came out of nowhere, so different from what she was used to, but it was there and it was arresting.
But what she was DEFINITELY clear-eyed about was the fact that their bodies fit together so well, and he knew exactly where to put his hands, his lips, how to touch her, how to kiss her, and he had no reservations over letting her hear and see how she made him feel when she touched HIM. There was a way in which it wasn't just their bodies that met and moved together, their brains as well. Like there was this telepathic link between them, picking up on one another's needs and wants.
And all of that was as a result of something that was clear as day to Sarah Walker, supermodel actress and CIA agent…
Nobody could know about this.
Not a single damn person besides the one person she'd need to be her accomplice, so to speak. The person who would help them travel to and fro, slink through the shadows, hide behind tinted windows. And that was John Casey, NSA agent and sometime driver of one Sarah Walker.
She couldn't risk the consequences of people knowing the man she was seeing was Chuck Bartowski. Not because he was Chuck Bartowski, but because the powers that be in the press business would make it their mission to cause as much scandal, get as many clicks and paper purchases by sad, depressed people standing in line at grocery stores, as possible…and thus fill their pockets with dough.
This was too good to throw away like that. She wanted him all to herself. And she wanted his name staying out of mud.
But she wanted to see him more than this. She wanted to have him stay around her. And the moment he was bombarded with even a fraction of the paparazzi and bad tabloid press she was subjected to on a daily basis, he would run as fast and far away as possible.
That thought hurt.
And she reached over to lay her hand on his forearm. "I love this mess of a city," she finally muttered, blinking into the beautiful California sunlight.
"Me too. Especially from up here, you can almost see the toxic fumes of hubris hovering over the skyscrapers just there." He pointed as she laughed, throwing her head back.
"You're terrible."
"I know. I'm kidding though. I really do love it here. It gets a bad rap but it's so big and there are so many different kinds of people from all walks of life. I don't know that I'd ever wanna relocate. Vacationing other places? Visiting? Sure, but actually living?" He shrugged and she turned to watch his profile as he continued to squint out over the city. "I had a lot of choices for where I'd have my main headquarters when I first started getting traction with Nerd Tech, when I was advised to start making it into an actual operation, buy a building, hire a lot more employees to crank out the products, actually…build a company, which…I guess the goal in the end was to have a corporation. But my point is that I picked Los Angeles. Not the Bay Area. Not Washington. Not New York or some other place in the midwest where there are big swaths of land for industry. I picked LA. And it wasn't an accident, you know?"
"You grew up here. Your family's here," she said, quietly, still watching.
"True, true. I don't know that I'd want to be too far away from my sister for too long."
Sarah smiled at him harder as he turned to look back at her finally. "You talk about her a lot."
"My sister?"
"Yeah." She nodded. "It's very sweet. You two must be super close."
"We are." He turned back to the view and smiled. "She's kind of been my rock for pretty much my whole life. And she'd probably say the same thing about me if you asked her."
Sarah hugged herself. "Is she older? Younger?"
"Older. By 4 years."
"Ah." She nodded again. "So she was probably like a mentor for you, huh. That's usually how that goes. If the older sibling didn't beat on you, the other option is you looked up to them."
"Or sometimes both." He chuckled. "She didn't bully me, though. She DOES however tell me the truth, even when it's brutal."
"I like that," she giggled. "I feel like that's more helpful than just lying all the time, even if it does make someone feel better? Maybe? I don't know. I'm not the person to say."
"Why not?"
She gave him a surprised look, not expecting him to ask that. "I…" She paused, thinking. "I dunno. Maybe because I'm good at lying." Wasn't that the truth? She'd already lied to Chuck countless times, keeping secrets, tiptoeing around truths.
"I don't think acting is the same thing as lying." She widened her eyes at him even further. She hadn't expected him to take it like that. He was keeping her on her toes today, wasn't he? But he didn't look at her, still peering out over the landscape. "I think when acting is at its best, there's a lot of truth in it. Getting to the heart of the human experience." He laughed at himself and shook his head, finally glancing at her, a glint in his brown eyes as she smirked at him. "Sorry. That got super deep."
"Don't apologize. That was pretty eloquent, though. Where'd that come from?"
"I don't even know," he said, snorting. "But you're not a liar."
And there was the first indication that this guy didn't know her at all. Not that she'd given him much of a chance to get to know her yet. And she thought it'd be safest if she didn't. Safest for him. But also for her.
"You don't know that," she said quietly. "But it's sweet of you to say anyway."
"No, I…" He pushed himself back in his chair and sat up straighter, turning to face her better. "I'm pretty discerning. I can pick out who's a liar and who isn't." Sarah didn't say anything, just looking down at her lap. And then he snorted. "That's not even true." She looked up at him, arching her eyebrow. He smiled at her. "If Ellie were here, she would confirm that I am way too trusting and give people the benefit of the doubt too often when maybe they don't deserve it. And she's probably right, so maybe I'm not all that discerning. But I still stand by the fact that you are not a liar."
Sarah had never met anyone like Chuck Bartowski ever before in her life. His openness, the way he was so candid with her, someone he'd only just met technically. He just admitted truths about himself, about what he believed, who he was, HOW he was.
"You trust people too easily?"
"I might. Sometimes. She knows me better than anyone. That is a fact."
"What about me?"
This time he looked at her with wide eyes. "You?"
"Yeah. Do you trust me? Think I'm trustworthy?" It wasn't a fair question, she knew, and she asked it anyway. She should be telling him not to trust her. Not for any reason. But she wanted him to trust her anyway.
"I do," he said easily. Thus confirming what his sister apparently said about him. He did trust too easily. She didn't really think she deserved his trust. Especially not in such a short amount of time.
"Wow. You think I've earned that?" She swirled her drink a little. "Already?"
He blushed cutely, ducking his head, a crooked smile on his handsome face. "Uhhhhh." He cleared his throat.
Sarah giggled and reached out to squeeze his arm. "I'm sorry. I'm just flirting with you. That isn't something you have to answer."
Chuck emitted an awkward chuckle. "No, it's just…my life philosophy, maybe. And who knows? Maybe I'm totally wrong to think this way. Maybe the world's gonna chew me up and spit me out for it some day when I least expect it. But I don't think people go out of their way to be untrustworthy. So I'd rather give trust to people and maybe get bit for it, than not trust somebody who deserves it and maybe miss out on something great." He rolled his eyes and took a sip from his glass. "I must sound like such THE quintessential sap."
"You're kind. You give people a chance to be…I dunno, good. You aren't a sap." She slipped her hand down to pick his up and she threaded their fingers. "I don't see any of that as bad."
He squeezed her hand tight and looked at her. "I don't know if it's good or bad. But it isn't foolproof, that's for sure. I get hurt. I've been wrecked, even."
And yet he still clung to this philosophy. She wondered if that wasn't courage instead of stupidity like the cynical voice in her head wanted her to think.
Sarah Walker didn't want to be in the category of people who'd wrecked this man after he gave them the benefit of the doubt. But was it already too late for that? If she pulled back from him now, it would hurt him. It would've hurt him in New York when they first gave in to the chemistry and buried themselves together in one another's beds. It'd especially hurt him now, a few weeks later, after they'd gotten this ball rolling.
She hadn't meant to set the ball on its path, and still it went. And it felt like it was rolling fast in spite of how much she tried to slow it down.
Sarah didn't want to let him down. But things were stacking up too quickly. And she would have to keep lying to him. And she would feel bad about lying to him every time she did it.
She threw back the rest of her drink.
Selfish as it was, she also couldn't push this out of her existence as easy as all that. She couldn't quit him.
She really, really didn't want to. It felt idiotic, shoving him away when she liked being around him this much, when being around him could turn a shitty day around, when reading a text from him put the first real smile of the day on her face.
"Chuck?"
"Yeah?"
There was so much she wanted to say as he stared at her expectantly, his fingers still intertwined with hers, the drink in his other hand, his shirt still unbuttoned, revealing his chest and abdomen and the way the sun glinted off of it, how good he looked with the breeze playing with his curls, his feet bare, toes curling against the cement under them.
She wanted to tell him that she would try not to let him down. That she didn't want to wreck him. That she wanted to be the person he thought she was. That she didn't want to lie to him so much but she HAD to. To keep herself safe. To keep HIM safe.
But none of that happened. Instead she offered a weak smile, which strengthened as she caught her bearings again.
"Do you need me to kick someone's ass? Whoever it was that wrecked you, I mean?"
He laughed and she smirked, looking away from him and out towards the water, hiding the unsettled feeling in her chest from him, knowing it might show in her blue eyes if he looked hard enough.
And the man was observant. He'd see it even if he didn't know what it was or what it meant.
"No. But it'd be pretty cool to see how they'd react to you coming at them dressed as one of those adventure characters you play in those movies you refuse to let me watch."
She laughed this time. "I can swing in on a rope with a knife in my teeth, you think?"
"Do you do that in those movies?" he asked, his voice tinged in awe, and he sat up straight again, his jaw gone slack.
"Just the one time but it's the thing everyone's always passing around in gif form because it makes a good meme. Welcome to the internet, Sarah Walker." She rolled her eyes.
"Just the one…time…?" He just gaped, and then he finally shook himself when she narrowed her eyes at him in question. "And you're not gonna let me watch those movies! Come ON!"
Sarah burst into laughter, and then she shifted in her chair, leaning over the arm to press a kiss to his cheek right at the corner of his mouth. "You're so adorable."
"That doesn't help my case for getting permission to watch those movies you're in."
She snorted. "You make me sound like a prison warden. You can do what you want, Chuck. If you want to watch them, really, do it. I just…don't want you to. Which is why I ASKED you not to. ASKED being the keyword there. I asked. I didn't command. I'm not going to lose my shit on you if I find out you watch them."
"It just sounds like these movies are everything I could ever ask for and I'm mad at myself that I missed them somehow. And to know now that you're the star of them?" He groaned, his head falling back. She giggled at him as he sat up and finished his drink, setting it next to hers on the table they'd situated behind their chairs. "Though, honestly, I'd take this over seeing you in movies every single day of the week and twice on Sundays. Sitting here with you in person, sharing really delicious bourbon with you, with that view stretching out in front of us. Knowing that I get to text or call you tomorrow to see you again? This wins every time."
Yeah there was no fucking way she was kicking him out of her life. Not to protect him and especially not to protect herself.
Let him tear her to shreds.
This was worth whatever might come later.
And this time when she leaned in, she pressed her lips to his, cupping his face, slipping her fingers out from his grip to lightly graze her touch down his jaw.
That eventually got so good she wanted even more, and she gracefully climbed out of her chair and joined him in his, straddling him with her knees tucked on either side of his hips, letting him feel her weight in his lap as she continued to kiss him.
His hands fell to her hips and she felt his thumbs wander under the shirt she wore, his thumbs stroking her bare skin. She whimpered and rocked a little into his lap, which made him groan.
They made out for a while, and when his fingers tightened on her waist and he arched up from his chair to bump her crotch with his, she felt his hardness under his pants and a thrill cascaded through her.
She broke the kiss and nuzzled his nose, taking a deep breath, and then she panted, "Come downstairs with me…?"
Chuck nodded. "Yes. God yes."
Giggling, she climbed out of his lap, actively deciding to leave the glasses on the table. She could get them later on. This was much more pressing.
They didn't run or even move particularly fast as they left their rooftop sanctuary behind, and she didn't know why she led him down the staircase to the bedroom on her tiptoes, like she was sneaking a boy down to her bedroom without her parents knowing or something.
And yes, she had done that before she moved out of her parents house. So sue her.
It hadn't really been worth the trouble that time. But this would be.
Maybe it was just a deeply ingrained thing in her head. Sneaking. As a CIA agent and as a supermodel hiding that she WAS a CIA agent, it had become such an integral part of her identity.
And so she snuck this man into her bedroom and didn't stop until they arrived at her bed.
His shirt went first, unbuttoned as it was. The work already half done for her. And then his belt went, and his pants followed that. And when Chuck was down to his boxers only, she wordlessly nudged him onto the bed.
He complied and only then, as he lay there looking up at her with his brow furrowed in passion and awe again, did she slowly unbutton and unzip her jeans, slowly easing those down her legs and stepping out of them. Her shirt went next, and she'd barely heard the swish of it hitting the ground as she dropped it behind her before she crawled onto the bed over Chuck.
Sarah reveled in the way his breath seemed to catch in his chest when she pressed her lips to his abdomen, and then she traced a sizzling pattern up his midsection with her tongue, before she spent time tasting his chest. Each nipple received its own attentions as she switched between her mouth and her fingers, rubbing and flicking. His chest heaved under her ministrations, her name on his lips, and then she gifted him with one single, open-mouthed kiss to his neck, before she slid down his body again, worshipping him with her lips and tongue along the way.
She studiously avoided the front of his boxers, his pleasure apparent there, and instead she tasted his hipbones, following his happy trail until it disappeared under the checkered cotton waistband.
Looking up his body, she tucked her fingers under said waistband and tugged, carefully pulling at the front to ease it away from his cock, revealing him to her hungry gaze. He lifted his ass from the mattress so that she could get his boxers to his knees, and then she took him in her mouth, her gaze meeting his as he craned his neck to watch.
And he slammed his head back down onto the bed with a groan, twisting his fists in the covers underneath him, because she didn't ease into it in the slightest. She went to town on him, twisting her fist on the base as she bobbed her head at the tip.
She built him up quickly, all the way to the edge, and then she eased him down again when she felt him tense, his voice tightening.
His hand finally landed on her shoulder and he squeezed.
He didn't have to say anything or do anything else. She gently pulled back and smiled up at him, crawling up his body, peppering kisses on her way up, until she lowered her body directly on top of his as their lips melted together.
The feeling of his arms wrapping around her and hugging her tightly against him was enough.
The difficult journey on the plane that got in very early this morning, the turbulence fucking with her nerves, the continuance of the CIA's MIA behavior with her, Casey still off on a mission by himself after she was basically benched while they "figure out where to go next", which was Graham's words to her in his last phone call. And the fact that she just hadn't felt this job, had been a little off, and the photographer had noticed and seemed to have been having difficulty finding the right poses and angles, trying not to snap at her for being a pain in his ass.
Being home now, and finding herself here with him, his body hot to the touch, wanting her, his hug tight and strong, his heart beating in a way she could feel under her own chest, made things feel not so terrible.
She was too lost to his touch, his warmth and comfort, to think about how quickly she'd grabbed her phone and texted for him to come to her once she slept a little while after coming back from the airport. The fact that she'd reached for him before doing anything else.
It would feel like a big deal if she wasn't preoccupied.
Because Chuck's hand slipped up to unhook her bra, the clasp at her mid back making a quiet clicking sound as her bra loosened. She giggled into his kiss and broke it, sitting up just enough to shrug her bra off, tossing it over the side of the bed. She moaned as she lowered herself again, her breasts pressing into his chest. It felt so good.
But before she could kiss him again, he gently moved her to the side, off of him, and started shoving at his boxers to get them down to his ankles. She couldn't help laughing at his jerky, almost desperate movements, and the way he grabbed her and pulled her back on top of him.
She didn't let him get her back on top all the way, though, inside lying half on top of him, giving herself the room to reach down and pick him up in her hand. His eyelids fluttered as she started to rub him, pressing the heel of her palm against it and sliding up and down, before she curled her fingers around his shaft and began to give him a slow and intense hand job.
"Oh, Sarah," he gasped out, clenching his jaw. She kissed that jaw, nipping at him with her teeth and grinning when he whimpered.
She finally stopped, seeing how quickly his chest was bouncing up and down with rushed breaths, knowing she was getting him close again.
And as if they were on the same page, he helped her roll herself back onto him. She captured his lips in a heated kiss, ready to guide him to her entrance, but then he knocked her back onto her ass again by rolling them both over and pinning her underneath him.
His brown eyes flashed for just a moment before he began to kiss her all over her body the way she'd just done with him. She knew what he was doing and she let him do it, pushing her hands into her hair and holding on tight, spreading her legs to make room for him between her thighs. And when his mouth blanketed her entrance, an overwhelmingly intense pleasure rocketed through her, nearly making her climax right there.
She didn't. Just barely.
But it didn't take long for him to get her there through sheer skill, and she cried out, her body quivering as she came with his name on her lips.
Sarah lowered her hand to his hair and pushed her fingers through his curls, stroking him, almost as if in gratitude, so much gratitude. GOD.
And then he continued to eat her out, so good at it that her eyes were crossing. "Hnng! Yes, Chuck! Oh yes, you're amazing! Unnn!"
When his lips finally left her, she was still in a complete stupor, enough of one that she didn't realize he'd moved until he was right on top of her again, his mouth against her forehead, and she felt him slowly bury his cock inside of her.
"Sarah…" he growled into her hair.
She clung to him as he thrusted against her, not holding back even a little, the way she hadn't who even knew how many minutes earlier when she first took him into her mouth.
Her whole body shook with each strong thrust, his strokes long and deep. And she threw her head back as pleasure filled every last bit of her existence, lifting her up from the bed and shooting her into space practically.
She cursed when he braced himself on his elbows on either side of her and started thrusting faster. There was a shift of him inside of her and his hard thrust pushed him right into her g-spot.
"Yes! There!" she cried out. "Oh god yeah! YEAH!"
Sarah's climax spilled over her again and she held onto him like she was drowning and he was a lifesaver.
She was drowning. In his body, the way he touched her, his hot breath against her ear, the feeling of his muscles clenching under her fingers, so hard and taut, as he continued to thrust.
Maybe it was the lack of his touch, the sex in particular, in the last two weeks that had her so susceptible to his powers this time. Maybe she'd grown a little addicted, and not having this for over 14 days had her body more than ready, but he barely had to do anything to send her spilling over the edge again, and again and again.
She was too lost to even be able to keep count, her whole body alive, senses heightened, everything just buzzing with ecstasy.
And finally, after yet another orgasm, Sarah was able to catch her breath, settle her brain that was sparking like mad, and brace her arm under her body enough to flip him off of her and onto his back.
She rolled with him, a mischievous smile on her face, and she swallowed up his breathless chuckle with a hungry kiss. She sank onto him, pushing all of her weight into his groin to get him as deep as possible, shivering as she sat up so that their bodies were perpendicular.
Then she reached back to grab him by his thighs and began to bounce in his lap.
Chuck cursed, his eyes going wide, his jaw falling open, and he just watched, his body jerking with each of her hard bounces. "Oh I'm almost there…"
"Not yet," she panted, her voice catching as she stopped bouncing and instead leaned forward to brace her hands on his shoulders. She began to ride him hard, jerking her hips back and forth almost with a vengeance.
"Sarah! Yes, Sarah!"
"Hnngggg oh yeeeah!" She threw her head back and rode him even harder.
"S-Sarah. I don't-I don't know if I can…wait…" he said between gritted teeth. His voice was tight and she could feel him trying to resist.
"Hold on… Close your eyes and just feel…"
Sarah bit her lip as he listened to her, shutting his eyes, and she lowered her chest against his. Reaching up to brace herself with her palm against the headboard of her bed, she began to gyrate back and forth, her nipples grinding into his chest in a way that nearly made her lose her rhythm it was so good. And then she began to swirl her hips in circles, small, graceful circles that had him groaning like mad.
Chuck let out another curse and turned his face to bite the pillow his head was on.
"Let go," Sarah gasped out then, throwing her entire body into each hard thrust, letting him feel her squeeze him. "Let go, Chuck…Come on…"
He cried out her name, his body quaking beneath hers, and she felt him release his seed inside of her. It felt amazing and she whimpered, slowing down and rocking in his lap to continue his orgasm.
When he was spent, he sagged back into the mattress and covered his face, groaning loudly into his hands, his palms muffling it. She pushed her own hand through her hair and let out a gusty breath, grinning like mad.
He muttered something but she didn't hear what it was, so she lowered her chest back to his and kissed his ear, before breathing, "What was that you just said?"
"I said, 'fuck'," he clarified, pushing his fingers into his curls and laughing, still breathless. "Oh my god, Sarah."
"Yeah," she drawled with no small amount of satisfaction. She let him hear her voice crackle and she blew mischievously into his ear, feeling goosebumps rise on his skin beneath hers.
He snickered. "Two can play at that game." And she felt him not only blow into her ear, sending a shiver through her, making her giggle, but she also felt his hand curl around her side, his thumb teasing her nipple for a moment before his whole hand pushed between them and blanketed her breast, squeezing.
She gasped and let him turn them over again. And she threw her head back with a laugh as he buried his face under her jaw and began kissing and teasing. He didn't stop, his hand drifting down her body to cup her.
Sarah sent him a wide eyed look, humming. And things continued from there.
+ —
She felt silly. He knew she felt silly.
But he couldn't help the giggle at her expense.
And she turned from where she sat in his passenger seat, one foot still hanging out of the door as she got into his car, reaching up to slowly lower the sunglasses down to her nose to glare at him.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he rushed out, holding up a hand in apology, forcing the grin off of his face. He cleared his throat. "Sorry. I just didn't expect…the disguise to be so…"
"Just shut up."
"I mean, it's really cute. But it's just like in the movies."
"You know why they do that in the movies? Because it's effective, okay? And I'm not trying to get some assholes racing after you in their cars trying to take pictures into your car so they can catch which dude I'm with NOW…" She groaned and rolled her eyes. "Like, I'm just trying to get some dinner."
He took in her oversized sweatshirt, the hood pulled over her blond locks, the large lens dark sunglasses over her eyes, covering half of her face. "You know, if you pull on the drawstrings tight enough, it'll cover the other half of your face."
"I'm going to murder you."
Chuck laughed. "I'm just trying to help."
"You are not. You're laughing at me. But I take this seriously." The tone in her voice made him stop. He was finally getting that she was actually a little embarrassed. "If anybody knows I'm in this car, they're gonna wanna know whose car it is and it won't take much for them to find out and then you're gonna be in the crosshairs forever. You think I'm being dramatic probably, but that's the reality."
He reached over as she pulled her leg in and shut the door, and he took her hand in his tight grip. "Hey. I'm sorry. I'm kind of a dunce and I guess I just don't know what it's like to have people constantly trying to get a peek at ya every waking moment of your life."
She took the sunglasses off and smiled at him. "Apology accepted. I didn't mean to be so butthurt, I'm also sorry." He smiled warmly as she gave his shirt a cute tug. "I'm hungry. Let's go get some food."
"Burrito tiiiiiiiime!" He sang, trying to get her to laugh. He succeeded, and she shook her head, slipping the sunglasses back on. "And if you need to hide more, there's a button on the side of the seat." He turned on the car and began to back out of her garage up the steep driveway. "You can lower the seat. Or drop the back. Take a nap while I drive."
"A nap? How far away is this burrito place of yours? I'm hungry!"
Chuck laughed. "10 minutes, tops. Don't worry, I got you."
He glanced up and down her street as she shut the garage door with the fob on her keyring. And as he pulled back into the street and shifted the gear into drive, he heard her mutter, "I know."
The tech CEO grinned at the woman in heavy disguise as he drove, and he giggled as she played with the buttons on the side of her seat, letting out adorable oohs and aaahhs at the different things she could make the seat do.
He'd have to fix that later no doubt, but it was worth it.
And when they pulled into the driveway for the El Niño's Tacos drive-thru, Sarah made a sound, and just like that, the grown woman, supermodel, actress extraordinaire was scrambling to climb into the backseat of the car.
"W-What are you doing? Putting your sneakers on my seat? Really?" he groused, laughing as she clambered. It was probably the most ungraceful thing he'd seen Sarah Walker do in their so far short acquaintance.
"Sorry!" But she didn't stop, instead throwing herself onto the backseat, then crawling down onto the floor.
"Okay, maybe a little bit too much?" he threw over his shoulder as he stopped at the large menu.
"Just order my damn beans, rice, cheese, avocado burrito."
"Ma'am, yes ma'am."
"Oh shut up."
Shaking his head, he rolled down his window. As he slid up to the speaker, he heard Sarah again.
"Moon Knight? Worst superhero name ever." She must've found an old Moon Knight comic on the floor back there. Whoops. Should've cleaned his car, maybe. Then again, taking the world's most famous supermodel and celebrity out for burritos in his car hadn't been something he'd expected to happen today.
"Hey! No slandering Moon Knight in my car," he admonished in a hiss, then he turned to order. "Hi yes. I'd like to order your number two mambo burrito, everything in it, and a large fry. Make the drink a Dr. Pepper…"
"Dr. Pepper? Ew," he heard her mutter from where she hid behind his seat.
He rolled his eyes. "And then your beans, rice, and cheese burrito please."
"Avocado!" she hissed. "I want avocado too!" He felt her tugging on the elbow of his shirt and he shrugged her off of him with a SH!
"I'm sorry, sir?" The worker's warbled voice came out of the speaker.
"Oh, can you add avocado to the beans, rice, and cheese burrito, please?"
"Absolutely, sir."
"And another order of fries."
"Large!" Sarah hissed again.
"Make that large as well."
"Iced tea! Chuck, I want an iced tea. I change my mind."
He had root beer on the tip of his tongue, the drink she'd asked for before when he pulled up the menu on his phone for her during the drive to expedite getting food into her stomach. He stopped himself.
"A drink with that, Sir?"
"Iced tea!" she whispered again, this time near his head.
He reached his hand back behind his seat and snapped his fingers to get her to stop, hearing an offended gasp. "An iced tea, please," he said patiently into the speaker.
"Will that be all, sir?"
"That's it, thank you."
"Okay. That'll be 14.45 at the window. Thank you!"
"Thank you!"
Chuck pulled forward, waiting in the 2 car line. And then he turned around. "Chatty McChatterson back here. I thought you didn't want anyone knowing you were in here."
"I don't. And don't snap your fingers at me like I'm a dog that isn't allowed up on the couch. Are you serious?" Her indignant face appeared in the space between the seats.
"I was trying to get you to stop talking so loud. She could've heard you. And I didn't wanna literally turn around and tell you to zip it where she could see me on her little camera thingy, okay? Snapping was the first thing I could think of in such short notice."
"Snapping your fingers at me. Wow. That was the first thing?"
"Did you want me to pinch you?" He made pinch fingers and went towards her. She squeaked cutely and ducked behind the seat. "Yeah, I didn't think so."
"You were gonna get my order wrong, Mr. Smart Tech CEO Man, so I had to advise you."
"Oh, good thing you were here to advise me. Phew." She reached up and smacked his arm gently, laughing. "What I SHOULD do is shrink you down small enough to fit you in my pocket and take you to all my board meetings so you can advise me on how to market our new cash app—Ow! Hey! That was actually hard!" he complained when she gave him an actual wallop with her fist against his bicep.
"That did NOT hurt. Trust me, if I wanted it to hurt, it would hurt."
Chuck raised his eyebrows as the car at the window left, leaving just one car in front of him. And then he peeked over his shoulder. "That's kind of hot."
Sarah laughed. "Oh god you're so weird."
"You like it."
"For some reason, I do."
"Score. Sh sh…I'm headed for the window. Hush now."
"YOU hush," she mumbled darkly near his ear.
He was beaming from her antics as he pulled up to the window, handed over his card, took it back from the fast food worker, and also grabbed the two large bags from her, setting them in the passenger seat, since Sarah seemed like she wasn't using it anymore.
He took the drinks as well, slotted them into the drink holder, thanked the worker, and was on his way. "Okay we're clear. You coming back up here?"
"Depends." She poked her head through the space between the seats this time, pushing the sunglasses down her nose again so that he could see her eyes, even with the sun having been set for an hour now, the LA sky a purplish blue.
"On what?"
"Are there fries up there?"
"Of course there are. Although, before we get too much further, you should check to make sure so that if they did forget something I can go back, march in there and go, 'DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?'"
Sarah cracked up and took the sunglasses off altogether. "Alright then I'm coming up. Move those bags please."
"Kay. Watch the drinks."
It took some doing, and he was relatively sure the food bags were going to get grease on his pants as he sat them on his lap so that she could make her way back into the front seat without sitting on the food or tipping their drinks in the holders by the center console, but she made it.
And she thrusted her hands out with a "ta daaaa", making him laugh. "Lemme have those fries now."
He grinned, letting her take them, and then he felt his pants. They were hot from the food, but he didn't feel anything greasy, so maybe he'd escaped that unfortunate fate. Not that he couldn't just get a new suit if it got oil stains on it.
She shoved at least five fries in her mouth at once and hummed happily. "That's so good. Really hot though, pretty sure my tongue is burned. Too bad you're driving huh? Or you could have some too…"
Chuck snorted and shook his head. "You're a monster tonight, aren't you?"
"Mhm. Here. Open up." She grabbed some fries and hovered them near his mouth. He purposely nibbled part of her finger as he chomped down, making her yank her hand back with a YEUUGGHH! which made him crack up.
"Thanks. That last one was especially delicious."
"You're so gross," she giggled.
He didn't turn where he was supposed to, though, headed away from the hill instead of towards it, and it said a lot about how observant she was that she seemed to notice immediately.
"Weren't you supposed to turn right back there?"
"Um. Yes. In theory."
"In…theory?" He winced. "Chuck? What are you up to?"
He glanced at her and licked his lips, tasting salt from the fries she'd just fed him, and then he looked back out in front of him, waiting at a red light. "Well, I thought maybe we could eat our dinner…somewhere else? And then I'll take you home?"
"Somewhere else?" She squirmed in her seat. "Chuck, I-I mean, that's not something…" She cleared her throat. "I'd really like to do that, eat somewhere in public with you, but I don't think it's a good idea. I'll be recognized."
"No, no. I'm not taking you to a super public place. I know you don't want to be seen with me, so I'm taking you someplace no one else is going to be at. I promise. It'll just be us."
She still looked uncomfortable. "I…guess. As long as no one else is there. It's just that sometimes I think no one is around and then I see a photo of me or something in a tabloid that my agent Tyler's sent me and it turns out paparazzi found me and used one of those super far away zoom cameras." She let out a frustrated sound and shook her head.
"Nobody knows about this place. Trust me." He thrusted his hand out towards her, palm up, and she hesitated only for a moment before she smiled and put her hand in his, squeezing. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. Fine."
"If you're too nervous about it when we get there or you want to just go back home, we'll leave. I promise."
"Okay." She nodded. And then she sighed, and they drove the next 3 minutes in silence until he pulled off of the main street into a tree lined, winding road that led past a few large houses cloaked in large trees.
The houses stopped and the road eventually stopped too, at the edge of a lookout that peered down into a wealthy neighborhood. Past it was the ocean. It wasn't even as high as Sarah's house was, so they couldn't see EVERYTHING the way they could on her roof, but it was still pretty and peaceful.
The sky had gotten dark as they began to eat, and as he promised, they were the only ones there. His compromise was eating in the car rather than sitting out on the hood. And that also meant he could put on some light music in the background, so he went with it to make Sarah more comfortable.
The sounds Sarah made while she ate her burrito were worth all of it though. As well as the sound she made when she accidentally poured too much salsa onto the spot she meant to bite, making it dribble down the side of the burrito towards her fingers, and he laughed as she squeaked and lunged with her tongue, licking it up, before taking a giant bite.
"Good catch."
She let out a deep growl as she chewed, narrowing her eyes at him.
Eventually, she was comfortable enough that she pushed the hood off of her head altogether, folded up the sunglasses, and stuck them in the sweatshirt pocket.
"I'm sorry I'm so annoying about all of this," she finally said, interrupting the comfortable silence that settled between them once they ate everything and shoved all the paper into one of the empty bags they used as trash.
"What do you mean? You aren't annoying."
"Oh I am. I know I am. Getting all freaked out because you wanted to eat someplace with a nice view instead of going back to my house again. A normal girl would be overjoyed to have a guy take her to a romantic lookout spot like this to eat dinner. And here I am trying to get you to take me back home because what if someone sees us. Ugh." She rolled her eyes, hugging herself.
With the sweatshirt sitting so large on her, the sleeves going past her knuckles, her arms wrapped around her like that, she looked so young. It made something ache inside of him.
"You're a normal girl, Sarah. You're just in extraordinary circumstances."
She blanched, and then she slowly pushed herself to sit up straighter from where she'd since slouched back into the seat.
"What?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. "Did I say something wrong? Should I not have said that? Did I offend y—?"
"No." She shook her head. "No, of course I'm not offended. I've just never heard anyone say anything like that before and it…" She seemed to almost shake herself, a small smile on her face. "You're a very special person, you know that?"
Her eyes lifted to his and he smiled back at her. "Thank you." He knew he was blushing. "For the record, so are you. And it has nothing to do with your celebrity and fame and all that stuff. It's just you. The Sarah sitting in that giant sweatshirt in my car, stuffed with a giant burrito and a giant container of fries."
Sarah giggled. "I dunno how you feel about her, but I'm not all that opposed to the Sarah you're referring to."
"Oh me neither. In fact, I'll go so far as to admit that I like her. Quite a lot." He shrugged then, realizing how that sounded. "I like all the Sarahs though. If there are more than just the one. I just like you." He reached over and took her hand, smiling when she seemed to almost unconsciously squeeze it. "And whether we are behind closed doors in one of our homes, or we're here at a lookout nobody else knows how to find or…in public. Maybe. At some point. When—If-If you're comfortable." He cleared his throat when she gave him a dubious look. "Doesn't matter where or how, as long as I keep getting to see you. And spend time with you."
A grin slowly stretched over her face and she shook her head. "I agree with all of that," she said softly, squeezing his hand again. And then she lifted their hands to her lips and pressed a kiss to his knuckles, meeting his gaze as she did. His heart hammered against his ribcage so hard it almost hurt. "Thank you for being such a good sport. For being wonderful."
"Don't thank me. Not a single bit of this has been a hardship for me. Okay? As long as I get to see you, Sarah, I'm totally good. I'll hide in bushes, drive in circles, dodge paps. Whatever you need me to do for us to have this." He smiled big, and she met his smile with one of her own.
And they turned back to look out at the view together, the silence settling again as he wondered if there would ever be a time when Sarah Walker didn't worry about who might see them out together.
Thanks for reading! I'm working on my other stories too so don't be surprised if those start updating as well.
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