This is a work of fantasy. We don't own Chuck or any of its characters.
I'm starting to go back and work on some early ideas that were begun but never completed. This story has been unfinished on my hard drive for several years. It takes place a few months after the end of the series. Sarah has regained almost all her memories and they are about to begin their new lives together outside the spy life. They say it was a happy ending. Maybe… Eventually.
I haven't been around in a while… so if I'm new to you… I only write Charah stories. It's the only part of the show that interested me. That doesn't mean there can't be bumps along the way. A story about Chuck and Sarah staring lovingly into each other's eyes would quickly get boring. I'd rather write of them overcoming obstacles together. Oh yeah, fair warning about my stories. If you're reading and think you know where the story is going next… umm… you don't.
Content Warning: A major theme of this will deal with Chuck and Sarah's sex life. That's an uncomfortable topic for some… and there isn't anything wrong with that. For some reason, the show was reluctant to have Sarah show Chuck any passion on screen. I guess they wanted to save that for Bryce, Cole, and Shaw, lol.
I'm going to try hard to keep this T… but there are definitely going to be adult situations. If you're uncomfortable with that, maybe give this story a pass (Yeah, I know. For the people I'm talking to, this is a waste of breath.)
The Perfect Day
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One thing that Chuck had to admit… life was good… far, far different than how he had ever pictured it just a couple of months ago… but good. At first it was scary. He spent all his time walking on eggshells around her. But that quickly changed. Almost from that very first night home from the beach, even before they slept together that first wild time… well before their future together was at all a sure thing, Sarah had insisted that they get rid of Carmichael Industries and start living the good life.
As usual, she was right. The timing was perfect. Dissolving the company took a couple of stress filled months. During that time a lot of things fell into place. Sarah was finally getting back more and more of her stolen memories. Now she even remembered her horrible time as Quinn's captive… which made him very lucky that he was already dead… because Sarah bristled whenever the subject came up. She would have definitely made the process of him becoming dead more protracted… and much, much more hellish.
It was more luck than any planning, but the timing was perfect. Morgan had done a marvelous job turning the Buy More into a profitable enterprise… so they made a huge profit from the sale. Beckman kept her promise and got their frozen funds released with interest. Chuck quickly realized that not having to worry about the stupid company was a huge load off his back. There was also the little fact that, since the stock market boom combined with a couple of shrewd investments in tech start-ups, they were now billionaires. That most definitely had its perks.
Sarah almost immediately wanted to move to someplace more appropriate for their new financial status. And when Sarah wanted something… well she usually got it. "Why not?" she asked. With Ellie in Chicago, there was really no reason to stay in Burbank. Ever since Morgan and Alex were now officially engaged, they were spending all of their free time… well, that's as much as she wanted to know. They were only a plane ride away… in their own private jet which she loved to fly. They could certainly afford it. The apartment in Burbank was nice… for a Buy More worker. But they were billionaires.
It was quickly settled. They now lived in the penthouse suite in one of the tallest buildings of its kind in Lower Manhattan. It was right on the water. From their bedroom they had a magnificent view of the Hudson River including the Statue of Liberty. From the living room they were staring at the amazing New York City skyline. Why not live the high life in the city that never sleeps?
But being rich wasn't the only thing that made life good. In fact, it wasn't really on the first page. Chuck found himself married to the most beautiful woman in the world. Of course, that wasn't new. He had known how beautiful she was since the first time she walked into the Buy More on that fateful day. But since the thing with Quinn, she had noticeably changed. In the five years Chuck had known her, Sarah was a loner… a female version of John Wayne. He called her the most mysterious woman in the world. He wasn't really kidding all that much. Even after being married, he struggled to get her to talk about anything personal. She had something of a sad aura that made you want to comfort her… except she really didn't want to be comforted… in fact trying was risky at best. That translated directly to their sex life. She never turned him down… but unless she had a specific reason to seduce him, she usually allowed him to take the lead. Chuck always had a vague worry that she wasn't fulfilled.
Not anymore. Being fulfilled was no longer in doubt. Now she was more open, always laughing and teasing, and much, much more flirtatious. It turned her from an incredibly beautiful woman into a goddess of pure unadulterated sexy. Sarah had always turned heads. But now people of both genders sought her out because she was fun to be around… not just pleasant to look at.
Naturally the men had a specific type of fun in mind… and they really weren't all that subtle trying to charm her into it. The move across the continent hadn't changed that much. Chuck quickly found that New York men really weren't much different from Burbank men. It always was a little jarring when one of those pretty boy types would so overtly hit on his wife… when she was wearing a wedding ring… especially when he was standing right there. There was nothing to do about it. Of course, his Intersect could have wiped the floor with any of them without breaking a sweat… but Sarah wouldn't like that. Chuck knew that it wasn't her fault. It was just a price you paid for being married to such a goddess. There was a time when that much overt flirting directed at his wife would have made him green with jealousy. After all, he looked into the men's eyes and could tell what they were thinking.
Even he himself wasn't sure why he wasn't jealous. Most of it was that she had made very, very sure that he knew that she would never do anything to hurt him, had been dealing with men like that for her whole life, thought they were silly at best and disgusting at worse, and that he didn't have anything to worry about. But he also had to admit… she knew what she was doing. He had seen himself for the past five years tons of examples that proved that she was right… she had plenty of experience dealing with crude men trying to be smooth while coming on to her.
Sarah loved to dance. Now that they regularly went to clubs to feed her addiction, being hit on became pretty much a nightly occurrence. For the most part, Sarah was good at ignoring the innuendo and occasional double entendre… but when it became necessary, she knew exactly what words men hated to hear… and wasn't afraid to use them. When she thought a man had crossed the line and was being disrespectful to her amazing husband… well he quickly regretted it. Chuck actually started to enjoy the process of men thinking they were getting somewhere only to see the look on their face when she invariably sent them slinking off with their tail between their legs. It became far more funny than annoying. They even started making it a game.
But the biggest difference was in their sex life. Sarah had always hung back… allowing Chuck to take the lead. Since he didn't want to push, it was always fairly vanilla. Not anymore. Instead of lying there passively while they made love, she now screamed out multiple wild orgasms. The truth was, she had become an insatiable tiger in bed. Well maybe that wasn't technically true. They rarely made it all the way to the bed. She made it her nightly mission to seduce him in some wild way, at least once. She seemed driven to give him the most exciting time that she could… sometimes bordering on kinky… and often crossing that border with a grin. Case in point, she was currently sitting on his lap… well necking was probably the best description. Except that this left Saturday night in the back seat of Dad's car standing in the dust.
Soon enough she was naked sitting on a chair across the room from him. She had just danced around the room shedding clothes and as soon as she was naked, slowly and seductively looped one leg followed by the other over the arms of the chair.
Sarah grinned as she watched the look of lust grow on his face while he gawked in awe at her, intentionally posing as provocatively as possible for him, all against the background of the mid-afternoon New York City skyline. "I showed you mine," she teased. "Don't you think that means I get to see yours? That's fair, right?"
It was the hottest scene Chuck could imagine. The old Sarah would have never assumed that pose… never ever… even for him… under direct threat of torture. He knew better than to even begin to ask for something so lurid. Now it was different. Far from an isolated thing, something like this had turned into an almost every afternoon drill as she tried hard to come up with something even more exciting than yesterday. The first few times it happened, Chuck could only stare in amazement. Over time he had learned his expected response. So he sat on the couch, returned her grin, and beckoned her with a wave of his finger. "You deserve a closer look," he teased. "Why don't you come over here and get it?"
Well, Chuck didn't have to ask twice. Sarah made sure her approach was seductive. She dropped to her hands and knees and crawled over to him, conspicuously making sure that she swayed in time with her movements. In just a couple of seconds, she had his belt off and his pants unfastened. She grinned at him. "Permission to come aboard, sir?" she asked cheekily. The question was clearly rhetorical as she didn't wait for permission. She was already on his lap.
A year ago, Chuck would have protested at the thought of sex in front of an uncovered window. Now he realized that the idea of a possible audience was one of those many things that turned her on. Okay, yes, they were pretty high in the air. The angles made it impossible to see anything from the ground. But there were several high-rise office buildings a few blocks away. During the day, the reflection off the glass hid most everything. But at night it was a different story. An office worker with a high powered telephoto lens and knowledge of when and where to look would often be watching the very erotic sight of the most beautiful woman in the world dancing naked in the fully lit room.
After a couple of minutes of necking, she was grinning at him again. "Maybe I can get you warmed up," she said as she slid to her knees.
That was probably the biggest change of all. To be sure, old Sarah had never complained… but it was also clear that this wasn't her favorite. She had always stepped up when it was her time… but since Quinn, it now bordered on an obsession. Even though he was already appropriately warmed, it became a major component of their sex life. A couple of months ago, Chuck would have offered to cut this short and take her to bed. After all, it really couldn't be considered a sacrifice. Now he had learned the hard way that offer wasn't going to be received well… in fact would start a fight.
Once he tried to gently ask her about the new obsession. It didn't go well at all. Sarah immediately jumped to the conclusion that he wasn't satisfied with her effort and was disappointed in her. Old Sarah was certainly a perfectionist. And if Chuck would have ever been so bold as to suggest any area of improvement, she might have grudgingly listened. But new Sarah was devastated. Chuck was shocked at her genuine emotion. He had never seen her cry that hard. It took a long time to get her to calm down enough to even talk about it.
Finally, she admitted that this had become her very favorite part of sex… for reasons even she didn't completely understand. It was only partially because she genuinely worshiped him and wanted to serve. Mostly it was because she honestly loved doing it for him. It was something she couldn't explain… with Bryce it was a disgusting chore she grudgingly submitted to every couple of weeks just to stop his annoying pleading. But with her new husband, who for those first days she really didn't know, it was night and day.
Maybe she didn't know him… or at least she didn't remember knowing him… but she quickly found herself falling head over heels faster than she had the first time. He was perfect… the first man in her life to ever honestly love her… for her. She admitted that at first, she was just trying to prove something to him. He was plainly insecure, especially about sex, and didn't want to put any pressure on her. He was missing her signals that she was more than willing to resume a married sex life on that first night from the beach. His shyness was cute and enduring. But it was also frustrating. So she took charge…like she always did… and seduced him. Once she was naked, this was a good way to show him that she was all in on their marriage… and maybe even pay him back for the first years where he had plainly been cheated.
Okay, mission accomplished. But about half way through that first week, she discovered something very surprising. It was more about her than it was him. With the other men in her life, it was a sacrifice that she grudgingly made. Chuck was completely different from the other men who always expected it. He hadn't asked her for it. He never would. She was surprised to find that she was having a good time. So she doubled down. The second week was better… and the third even better than that. The truth is, she was having a better time than he was. She suddenly realized that she loved everything about it, but especially the knowledge of what she was doing to him. The best part was it got better every single time. It became the part of her life that she looked most forward too.
Of course, Chuck needed to be convinced, so they had a talk. Admitting that this goddess was addicted to sex with him wasn't even the best part of that day. She took the time and made an honest effort to open up and fully explain her past history and how very, very much she admired and desperately loved him… how horrible she felt for allowing her stupid hang-ups to cheat him for the past years… and especially loved making him happy. It was an amazing afternoon, head and shoulders the best day of his life. Once he had her smiling again, she got that sparkle in her eyes and strongly suggested that he should shut the fuck up about this, be a good husband, unzip his pants when required, and, sometimes quite literally, feed her new addiction. How could Chuck possibly argue with that? Since that conversation, it became a regular routine. Sarah had ratcheted up the intensity several notches. She made no attempt to hide her quest to deliver the very best performance possible… was always trying new things.
That was another huge change. Of course, Chuck was already an Intersect when they started sleeping together. Sarah had been adamant that he keep it out of their sex life. Not now. Now she insisted that he use its full power. "You don't get this without being an Intersect," became her inside teasing joke as she stood naked before him. It was true. Without an Intersect, he would have no hope of keeping up with the new Sarah's sexual demands.
Suddenly she was grinning at him again. "You look pretty warmed up," she said. "Thank you, sweetie. I really enjoyed that."
Chuck could never get over her thanking him. The first few times he was sure she was teasing him. Now he knew that she was genuinely grateful. It was… odd.
"I'm sorry that I cut this short," Sarah continued. "But now I'm pretty desperate. I really need to feel you. How do you want it? Should I just climb on right here?"
Chuck was sitting there fully dressed. Okay, sure. His sex life had taken a dramatic turn towards the kinky side. But he still wanted to make love sometimes like a normal couple. "Let's go to the bedroom," he said.
Suddenly Sarah was sitting on his lap. It still amazed Chuck how dexterous his wife was. She had one hand behind his head holding his face to hers while their tongues danced… and he realized she already had his shirt unbuttoned. "Please hurry," was all she said and was quickly gone.
By the time Chuck had the rest of his clothes off and made it to the bedroom, she was already in position. This wasn't a time for foreplay. He just went for it.
Sarah was already moaning. "Harder," she said. "Slam into me. Make me your Intersect bitch. Give me everything you have."
That was another thing that had noticeably changed since Quinn. Her language had turned definitely salty. The old Sarah never used that kind of language… would have winced even hearing something so crude. Now she grinned and playfully cussed like a sailor. It honestly had taken Chuck a few times to get used to Sarah talking like that. He was used to her lying there biting her lip to keep whatever she was feeling inside. In those early days he often wished that she would be a little more demonstrative. Well, be careful what you wish for. Now Sarah was a wild thing. She spent all their time squirming under him and begging him to go harder… when she wasn't screaming out massive orgasms. The first few times it was a little jarring.
Chuck had learned what she wanted, mostly by trial and error. The first time would be hard and fast. There would be nothing loving about it. He would simply slam himself into her as hard as he could. But then came his favorite part. Using the Intersect for control, he would slow down, stoke the fire until it was white hot, and keep her on the very edge begging for release for as long as he wanted, before finally allowing her to explode.
Their penthouse was sixty some floors above the ground. But Chuck was sometimes sure they could hear her second orgasm down on the street, today more than usual.
Finally, Sarah returned to the living. Chuck was still on top of her, trying in vain to catch his breath. So she grinned up at him. "Thank you, sweetie," she said. "You're so amazing at that. I really needed it. It was well worth waiting for."
Chuck still didn't have the breath to respond. The idea of this goddess thanking him for sex bordered on ridiculous. In fact, the first few times it happened, he was sure that she was making fun of him. Now he understood that she was being genuine.
Sarah was still grinning. "You still owe me for the earlier show," she said. "Too bad we have to get dressed for dinner. Maybe tonight we can see how excited I can make you and earn my next reward."
Chuck knew that if he gave her even the slightest indication, she would blow off dinner and immediately start seduction effort #2. Too bad he was hungry. With such a physical sex life, you didn't want to miss many meals. Try as he might to understand it, he finally had to accept… this was his new life. He was one of the wealthiest men in the entire world. He lived the life of a jet set playboy. When it was required, his Intersect made him Superman. And last but certainly not least, he was married to the most beautiful woman in the entire world. This blonde goddess, who spent her days thinking of new and exciting ways to seduce him, was very real.
Indeed, life was very good.
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"Dr. Woodcomb, thank you for coming in," General Beckman said. "We're sorry to have pulled you away from your work. We would have come to the hospital… but what we need to discuss is far too sensitive to talk about in an unsecured location."
Ellie nodded. She hadn't even realized that the CIA had a Chicago office. They certainly didn't advertise it. This could only be about one thing. Dad's invention was a mixed bag. On the one hand, it was fascinating. Dad was a freaking genius. It was right in line with her medical specialty. She even strongly considered the CIA's offer to continue his work after he was murdered. But ultimately, she had decided that, like any weapon of mass destruction, it was evil. It had killed her dad, messed up her sister-in-law's memories, and had caused her brother so much pain that she couldn't even describe it. "What would you like to discuss?" she asked.
Beckman nodded to the other man in the room. "This is Doctor Jones," she said. "He is head of the Intersect project. Just as a reminder… I know that you know this… but this conversation is highly classified and not to leave this room."
Ellie instantly bristled. They had been all through this. The Intersect was too powerful to allow into the public and it was too susceptible to falling into the wrong hands. The negotiations were tense. They had agreed to end the project. Chuck would be allowed to remain the only Intersect until the situation with Sarah was fully resolved and they had confidence that no new issue would pop up where he would need it. Hopefully that would be within a few years. Until then, he would check in with Beckman monthly. That was a main reason why they had encouraged Sarah to get him out of Burbank and move to some place with more security. "We had a deal," she growled.
Beckman took full note of her tone. "We do have a deal," she said softly. "We're not advancing our research. Dr. Jones is simply head of a team attempting to figure out the flaws in the corrupted Intersect and to determine any possible issues with the survivors."
Ellie breathed a noticeable sigh of relief. There weren't many survivors. Morgan, Sarah, and that Volkoff guy were the only ones she knew of. Maybe that Shaw ass-wipe… she wasn't sure about him, but who cared about that lowlife anyway? He was in solitary confinement and would be forever. It was probably a good thing to continue to do some research. After all, they were into uncharted territory. This had been advanced research into the most complex subject imaginable… the human brain. Even with the world's best scientists, they had only scratched the surface on what they knew. Morgan and Sarah seemed relatively fine. But who knew if some unknown issue would pop up… maybe years from now? "Okay," she said. "That's probably prudent. How can I help?"
Always one to get right down to it, Beckman nodded. "We have a possible issue," she said. "When we finally were able to find Agent Quinn's lab, it took some time to analyze everything. I'll allow Dr. Jones to get into the details of what we found."
Ellie inwardly winced. She had tried hard to block from her mind what must have happened while he had Sarah helpless in that lab. Thank goodness he was dead.
"Good morning, Dr. Woodcomb," Jones said. "Before I begin, I just have to tell you how impressed I am with your work. The improvements you made to your father's design were nothing short of brilliant. We can find no flaw."
Ellie smiled. The truth was, she thought it was brilliant too. Even Dad had been impressed with how much she could contribute… and he didn't impress easily. If it hadn't been such a classified fucking secret, she would be in line for some major recognition… maybe even a Nobel Prize. "Thank you," she said.
"Unfortunately," Jones continued. "The designers of the flawed version weren't nearly as meticulous. Their main goal was to introduce the function to manipulate memories. They were able to do that… but I think you'll agree that they introduced several harmful side effects."
So now, Ellie was alarmed. "Are Morgan and Sarah going to be okay?" she asked.
"I'm sorry for alarming you," Jones quickly said. "We haven't identified any flaws that are concerning for their long term health. But we did uncover Agent Quinn's encoded images that he used to manipulate Mrs. Bartowski's memories. It took a long time for my team to fully decode them enough to understand their intent. The first set was pretty self-explanatory. He temporarily erased five years or so of her memories and set her up to believe he was her CIA handler. It took us longer to understand the second set which was designed to be permanent. It was… I don't know how to say this… it's rather embarrassing."
"Dr. Jones," Ellie said. "There is no reason to be shy with me. We're both doctors. If there is an issue with my sister, I want to know about it. Just say it."
"I'm afraid it's about sex," Jones sighed. "He planted several suggestions. The main one was that she would worship him… would never be happy unless she could find new and exciting ways to serve him. She would always be aroused by the idea of submitting to his will and eager to prove something to him. There was some mean-spirited stuff. He planted an almost irresistibly strong exhibitionist fetish and gave her a strong rape fantasy along with an attraction to other women. Although it included all sex acts, the secondary suggestion was rather graphic and detailed about oral sex. She would become… well addicted isn't exactly the right word… but heavily dependent on it in her daily life."
Ellie smiled at his red face. What he was saying was plain. It was actually designed to be a perfect subconscious suggestion… for a predator. "That would give her an incentive to find new ways of making him excited," she said. "Pervert was setting her up to be his lifelong sex toy. So what? He's dead."
"I'm afraid it's not that easy," Jones sighed. "Quinn's suggestion didn't name him specifically. He couldn't figure out how to do that. So he used the Intersect as the target. He assumed that would be him. There is only one remaining Intersect…"
Ellie quickly figured out his meaning. "Oh my God," she exclaimed. "The suggestion is working. Sarah thinks that she is Chuck's lifetime sex toy." It was worse than that. She was undoubtedly getting more and more wild. Ellie didn't know much about their sex life… and didn't want to. But that didn't seem like the Sarah she knew. At first, any man would enjoy that extra attention. But she knew Chuck. Little brother was probably confused… maybe even getting concerned. An exhibitionist fetish? An attraction to other women? How wild would she get before it became destructive? The rape fantasy was even worse. Would it cause her to intentionally put herself in harm's way looking to fulfil it? This was a nightmare.
Jones nodded. "I'm afraid so," he said.
"What can we do about it?" Ellie asked.
Jones paused for a long moment. "That's why we wanted to talk to you," he said. "Trying to encode something to reverse the suggestion might work. But it would be very risky. We simply don't know enough to be sure we weren't going to produce unwanted side effects. If we went too far…"
Ellie understood his unfinished thought. They would have to re-introduce the flawed Intersect in Sarah to even try. That alone was a showstopper unless they got desperate. Even if they were, there was a danger in going too far. That could be disastrous. There was the very real possibility that Sarah would end up thinking that sex was disgusting. She immediately shook her head. Chuck and Sarah had just gotten their life back. For the first time in… well, maybe forever, they were truly happy. She could hear it in both their voices over the phone. "That's far too risky," she said firmly.
"Agreed," Jones said. "Unfortunately, addictions like this tend to intensify quickly… so whatever we do, we should do soon. There is one other possibility. If she learned about the subconscious suggestion from someone that she trusted, her conscious mind might be able to counteract and learn to resist it until it faded away."
"You're suggesting that I tell her," Ellie said. "That could possibly introduce some serious stress."
"Perhaps," Jones agreed. "There would probably be some conflict. We honestly can't predict how she would react. Some people would be able to handle that better than others. It could possibly be severe. Maybe we can come up with some type of test to assess how strong the suggestion is and her level of stress. Then we would be in a position to determine how much damage telling her could cause. We would probably need Mr. Bartowski's help to set up a realistic test scenario."
Ellie immediately understood his implication. To accurately test how strong the suggestion in Sarah's head was, they would have to get her alone for some time with someone who she believed was an Intersect. Coming up with a scenario that would get Sarah to go on a mission without Chuck, in itself, would be problematic. If the suggestion was as powerful as they feared, it was very possible that she would find herself desperately wanting to hit her knees to 'worship' this new 'partner.' Even if Chuck understood the problem, watching your wife become addicted to sex with another man would put a serious dent in any relationship. She just nodded.
"You know them best," Jones said.
"We'll leave that decision up to you."
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