This is a work of fantasy. We don't own Chuck or any of its characters.

This takes place a couple months after the end of the series. Sarah has regained almost all of 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.

All of my stories end up being Charah stories. This one is going to take some time to get there.

New Friends

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"Can I talk to you about something?"

Since they were in the middle of some really hot necking, it was probably the last thing he expected her to say. After dinner was one of the times of the day that Chuck looked forward to. It was probably the only time when she relaxed and allowed him to sometimes drive. And sure, being seduced in some erotic way by his beautiful wife multiple times a day was amazing. But the calm intimacy of her sitting on his lap while their tongues danced was nice too. Then again, she sounded serious.

They really didn't have much time for a serious talk tonight. They were due at Mark and Darcy's in an hour. Not that there was much travel time involved. They lived three floors down. The building had a private restaurant for residents where they ate most nights. And since you had to be very rich to even get inside of this building, there were several other couples in their same situation.

Well, that wasn't exactly true. The truth was that Chuck and Sarah stuck out. The other couples were pretty much the same. The men were all older… Broadway producer types… old money… with all of the privilege that came along for the ride. The women were all younger… much younger… aspiring actress types… and most definitely gorgeous. Sarah not-so-jokingly called them trophy wives… and speculated about their 'audition' on the casting couch. Of course, she wasn't above using that speculation to amp up one of her own seductions. Chuck always grinned. If her reenactments were anything approaching real, Sarah would have been a big hit on the casting couch. If the men all were competitive about their trophies, then the joke was on them. Sarah was head and shoulders the most beautiful woman… and everyone knew it. He had the most money… and the biggest trophy… and he didn't even have a casting couch.

In any event there were four couples that had come to spend a good amount of time together. It was nice to make friends. Three or four times a week, when they didn't go out dancing, they rotated meeting at one or another apartment. It was really casual. The guys usually watched some game on TV. There was lots of drinking and even more flirting. It wasn't that unusual for one of the girls to break out some cocaine. Sometimes they played a card game or two. They talked about planning a private cruise to the Caribbean all together in the fall. There were some nights when a couple of the girls would find an excuse to play 'truth or dare' and be goaded into losing their shirt… and sometimes more. It was obvious that the party often turned more 'adult' after hours… but Chuck and Sarah always left before that happened.

Of the three other couples, Mark and Darcy had the most potential. Mark was funny and could make you laugh. Darcy didn't talk much until she got to know you… but she looked like a model with a petite frame, perfect white skin, long jet black hair, and even longer legs that never ended.

Chuck enjoyed the friendship. The first couple of times he watched Sarah enthusiastically snort a line of cocaine was a little… odd. But generally he was just happy that she was making new friends. She and Darcy were making a genuine connection, had even been out shopping a few times.

The first time one of the girls lost her shirt caused an instant panic. Chuck fully remembered the weeklong silent treatment he was rewarded with by noticing that super model was pretty… on video… before they were even engaged. What should he do with his eyes? This wasn't on video. Her naked chest was live and pointed directly at him, just a few feet away… almost close enough to touch. Was the Enforcer about to make an appearance? Fortunately, Sarah just laughed and openly teased him about being embarrassed. She called him cute. At least one potential crisis was avoided.

Sure, Mark made no bones about wanting to relieve Sarah of her panties… but wasn't that true of most men? When Chuck talked to her about it, Sarah laughed. First, she corrected him. He really wanted to relieve her of her everything. She also had to remind him that, at his request, she rarely even wore panties. A protest that he had only been teasing fell on deaf ears as she enjoyed turning his face red by stealthily proving her panty-less condition to her husband someplace in public whenever she got the chance.

Mark, like all men of that type, would take any lack of protest as license to go farther. They started making it a nightly game to see how far she would let him go before shutting him down and then telling Chuck the details at some point in their 'activities.' She made sure that he could find her alone at some point almost every night. What he lacked in smoothness he made up for in predictability. The first few nights he was satisfied by suggestively flirting. Then he started rubbing her arm as he flirted. After a few nights he moved to her side. Now he was getting bolder in his quest. The rubbing her side moved steadily closer to her chest. It was only a matter of time. The flirting come-ons bordered on ridiculous. If Darcy could pretend she didn't notice, well certainly Mark wasn't the first man trying to charm her into bed.

The other men were obviously paying attention… running interference when they could to get Mark more alone time… but staying out of the way for now as Mark took his shot at the world class beauty whose sparkling smile lit up the room. Chuck clearly wasn't interested in sharing. He always got Sarah home well before the activities degenerated into orgy status and the girls were passed around. Of course, they didn't realize that Chuck and Sarah were almost always engaged in their private two-person orgy that more than made up for quantity with quality.

Not that Chuck's reluctance mattered. She would eventually give in. They all did. Time was on their side. The longer she held out, the sweeter the victory would be. Once Mark hit gold, they would all get in line to make their own play. Once she was fully initiated into the group, Chuck would have little choice but to participate. The girls would like that. They seemed to all have a crush on him for some bizarre reason. Until then, they were content to allow Mark to gather the intel and find out what would be effective… and what wouldn't.

Of course, Sarah instinctively knew all of this. She had seen the look in their eyes far too many times. She was ambivalent about shutting it down. The only way to do that would be to cause a tense scene that could affect their new friendships… which Chuck was reluctant to happen… or give in… which Chuck would quickly veto. Besides, she found that Chuck enjoyed watching her tease them… and anything that Chuck enjoyed became mandatory. For now anyway… that meant that she would find a way to give the men a long look down her shirt a couple of times a night… smile at Mark's rather pathetic moves… stand there smiling while he got closer and closer to his pathetic feel… and allow him to think he was getting somewhere. As long as Chuck could make it a game, it seemed harmless.

"Of course, we can talk," Chuck said. "You know that you never have to ask me that."

"We'd better slow down anyway," Sarah finally said as the latest kiss broke. "Two more minutes of this and we're not going anywhere tonight."

Actually, she was right. Chuck already desperately wanted to slide his hand up her shirt. But that would directly lead to 'not going anywhere tonight.' And she always made a ritual out of rewarding him when they got back home. So, he just nodded.

Sarah was almost always grinning. This was no exception. "I want to get your input on something," she said. "I've gone as far with Mark as I can with my innocence intact. His next move will be to put his hand on my chest. I can let that happen… or I can shut him down and find another way."

Chuck laughed. "Your innocence is intact?" he teased. "My input? What do you want to do?"

That didn't get the laugh he was expecting. Sarah stopped laughing and got more serious. "I'm surprised that you feel you have to ask that," she said. "I want to do whatever you want me to do. I hope you never seriously question that. This has been a game with us… nothing more. It's just that we're approaching a point where we either stop him… or watch him get more aggressive. Once he has his hand on my chest, it would be like showing a T-bone steak to a hungry wolf. He would wait about ten seconds before reaching inside my shirt. Once he discovered that I don't wear panties, he would sense victory."

"I'm really not comfortable with you getting felt up just for a game," Chuck said. "You said that you'd have to find another way. What does that mean?"

Sarah shook her head. "It doesn't matter," she said. "I hope you know by now that what you want is the only thing that matters to me."

Chuck sighed. "Sometimes I feel so out of place here," he said. "I get that our new friends have pretty liberal views, but I think that crosses a line. I'm sorry if you think I'm old fashioned or possessive."

At least Sarah was grinning again. "Why on earth would you be sorry?" she asked. "I love it when you get possessive. Thank you for that. I'm your possession. I understand why you might feel out of place. You stand out. Everyone knows it… and it's something I'm most proud of. It amazes me when you say it like it's a bad thing. I've bagged the nicest guy in a world full of… not so nice guys. Trust me. The girls recognize it. They are always telling me how lucky I am."

Sarah leaned in and kissed him. "They're right," she said. "I am lucky. I fully recognize it. If you haven't already figured this out… I suck with words, so I'm going to use increasingly vivid sex acts to thank you. Maybe that's a little self-serving. As it turns out, I enjoy the process of thanking you more than you do. I could tell you I'm sorry about that… but I'd be lying. Our new friends need to learn from you. We have to figure out how to make that happen. I get that the smooth talking men hitting on me bothers you. There's nothing wrong with that. I appreciate that you've been willing to allow me to handle it without getting all macho. It's one of those things that makes you sexy without even trying. I'm proud that you've been willing to make this a game. Mark is a little different than a random guy at a club asking me to dance. He is playing a long game looking for his conquest… with the other guys rooting him on and waiting for their turn. We always knew that we'd have to stop him at some point… or he'd keep getting bolder… and in a few days, I'd be watching him take the condom out of his wallet."

"At least he was planning on using a condom," Chuck said sarcastically. "That makes me feel a lot better."

Sarah's laugh came out pretty wet. He could always make her laugh. It was one of the best things in her life. "Now that's a real 'glass half full' attitude," she teased as soon as she could get the words out.

"I'll handle this tonight."

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Sarah was standing at the sink getting her drink of water when she felt the arms surround her from behind. "Hello, beautiful," he said. All of this was very predictable. It's why she came into the kitchen in the first place. She even shot Chuck a knowing wink as she got up. At first Mark's hands landed on her stomach. But lately he had gotten a lot bolder. Normally, Sarah would only have stood there for a couple seconds before twisting out of his grasp.

Tonight was different. Sarah twisted around to face him. He just stood there, much to close to be appropriate and kept her pressed against the sink. The sheerness of her strategically chosen bra all but guaranteed that he would feel her chest against his. He had never gotten this far before and, naturally, he misinterpreted her intent. She could feel his hot breath on her neck. She had to fight the urge to laugh. She flashed her sexiest smile. "So, Mark," she said as he continued to press her against the sink with an apartment full of guests, including his wife and her husband, not twenty feet away. "Can I show you something?"

Mark considered the question. He obviously was surprised she even asked. He never expected to get this far… at least not tonight. He'd been around the block enough times to understand that claiming this world class blonde trophy was going to be a marathon, not a sprint… even if she was sending him all of the classic 'jump me' signals. It was much earlier to claim victory than he had planned… but she was definitely standing there smiling without protest as his chest pressed into hers. This was a giant step. Maybe this would be easier than he anticipated. She was overtly encouraging him. So maybe this was the time to go for it.

Surely it couldn't happen now in his kitchen. Getting her to the bedroom would be awkward… not with her husband sitting there. But she was most definitely asking for it. Especially when he felt her hand ghosting over his slacks. Maybe she had something in mind right here in the kitchen. It would even be better if she made the first move. "Of course, you can show me something," he teased. "Maybe after you're done, I can show you something too."

Of course, he wasn't expecting her to do anything like her next move, so his eyes widened in surprise.

The sexy smile never left Sarah's face. "My previous employer made me take a class," she said. "It was called 'Incapacitating A Male Adversary'. I found that I was very good at it… so much so that they asked me to become an instructor. You may not exactly be an adversary… but you are male. One of the first things they taught us was that, no matter how big and strong they are, once you have this position, you're in total control. Back me up here, Mark. I'm currently in total control. You really want me to let go."

Mark quickly nodded. "Please let go," he said.

Sarah started laughing. "In a minute," she said. "A single testicle is an amazing thing, isn't it? It fits so well in your hand… can be the source of so much pleasure… and yet deliver so much pain. Don't worry. I'm not going to cause any damage. I just have something to say to you and I want to make sure that I have your undivided attention. Do I have your undivided attention, Mark?"

He just nodded, now genuinely afraid.

Sarah was still laughing. "Let me explain something to you," she said. "We are both married. I understand what that means to you. It means something completely different to me. It's real. He's the only man I'm ever going to love. I'm not after his money. We don't have a prenup. Our bond is much, much, much greater. I simply worship him. Do you really think that your witty repartee is getting me so hot that it gives you a chance to seduce me into cheating on my husband? If so, I'd ask what color the sky is in your world. Let's get one thing very clear. The suggestion that I would sneak behind his back pisses me off. He knows exactly what is happening in here. Our current position aside, my chest is not available to be groped without permission. Heads up. If you plan to seek that permission, I'm not the one who would grant it. Mark, we're friends. I like you. I'm not looking forward to incapacitating you. It's just as painful as it sounds… but make no mistake. If you try and take something that rightfully belongs to my amazing husband, you'll be spending some serious time in the bathroom… giving up your lunch, your dinner, and your midnight snack. Tell me, Mark. Do we understand each other?"

Sarah waited for him to nod before she released him.

Her smile never faded. She knew that she had to allow him to save some face or they could no longer be friends. "Good," she teased. "Sweetie, I'm sorry if I sounded harsh. I'm not upset with you. Please don't let this be tense. You're playing the game that you know how to play. That's between you and Darcy. Chuck are I are playing our own game and we have our own rules. I just wanted you to fully understand where Chuck's line is. I don't see him ever wanting to play the game your way."

"That's up to him."

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"Good morning, beautiful."

Sarah's eyes popped open. It was very rare for Chuck to wake up before her. In fact, one of the things she loved to do in the morning was to lay in bed and watch him sleep. He was already dressed. Then she saw the phone. "Who are you calling?" she asked.

"Ellie called me," Chuck said. "She is coming to visit."

That got Sarah's attention. "When?" she asked. "Why?"

"This afternoon," Chuck said. "It's not a social visit. The CIA is flying here in to examine me."

Sarah groaned. "It will be nice to see her," she said. "But come on already."

"I know," Chuck said. "That's not even the worst part. Carina is coming with her… for protection."

At least that got Sarah laughing. It was well known that Carina wasn't Chuck's favorite person… although things had improved a bit since the wedding. "And just who is going to protect Ellie from Carina?" she asked.

"I have no clue," Chuck teased. "Please don't let me be alone with her. She's always undressing me with her eyes."

Now they were both laughing. "You and me both, pal," Sarah said.

"Speaking of people who want to get you naked," Chuck said. "You never told me how it went with Mark last night. He looked pretty shaken."

Sarah was still laughing. "It went okay," she said. "I told him of my time as a CIA Instructor."

"You're kidding," Chuck said. "Incapacitating A Male Adversary? No wonder he was shaken. I suppose you gave him a demonstration."

"Hey," Sarah teased. "It was your idea to shut him down. It wasn't so bad."

"I let go right away."

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