A/N 1: Ok, so I continue to do things in an unusual manner. Although if I continue to do that, will it make it usual? Before you read this chapter, I recommend you read my one shot, Sarah vs Her Sexual History s/14229633/1/Sarah-vs-Her-Sexual-History to get some context about her relationship history.

A/N 2: So I hope everyone enjoys this chapter. They go on a date. Yeah, that's all that happens. They go on a date. No big deal. Just another bit of the story to carry us along snicker

A/N 3: Obligatory Don't Own Chuck

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Sarah is coming up the driveway after a late afternoon bike ride, as Chuck quickly comes out of the Analyst building. Seeing her, he alters his course to meet her near the garages. "Sarah, perfect!" he calls out as he approaches. Sarah grins, and as he steps in front of her, she teases, "Well, I am not sure that I am perfect, but I appreciate the vote of confidence."

Chuck blinks, momentarily confused by her reply, and he stutters, "No. I mean Yes! I mean…" Catching what he is doing, he stops and just laughs. "And you said you weren't funny. See, I think that is more proof of your perfection." Grinning, Chuck leans in and gives her a quick kiss, and Sarah can't help preening and blushing in response.

"What I was trying to say is that it is perfect that you are here and I don't have to go looking for you." Chuck's eyes are sparkling, his smile is beaming, and he is almost vibrating, as he explains. "There is an opening at a restaurant where I have reservations, and they can get us in tonight at 8."

"Reservations? Restaurant? Do I know about this?" She asks, a little confused.

"Well, actually I was keeping this reservation a surprise. It's kind of a special place that I heard about and I wanted to see it. But more importantly, I wanted to go there with you."

Sarah smiles, loving how he is always thinking about her.

He excitedly continues, "I think you are going to love it. And I wanted to let you know in time to get ready. It's kind of a snazzy place." Chuck can't help but wiggle his eyebrows, in emphasis.

"Snazzy, huh?" Sarah grins, "This does sound like something to look forward to." Which she emphasizes by reaching up and giving him a quick kiss.

With that, they separate to get ready. When they reunite, in the living room, she thinks he looks stunning in the suit he was wearing tonight. She is also dressed formally, in a blue, strapless gown that glitters, matching and enhancing her shining blue eyes.

He spins her around the foyer, in an impromptu dance that leaves them both a little giddy. Sarah can't help but smile, thinking about that moment, and others where they had spontaneously danced with each other, like the other night at dinner. Chuck had taken her in his arms, for a brief spin around the kitchen, as they moved around the kitchen preparing for dinner. They seamlessly work with and around the other, in perfect synchronization. They were learning how to simply enjoy being in the other's presence, to simply enjoy the feeling of sharing, no words required. Just existing together, sharing space, the moment, and togetherness. She smiled in memory and she smiled with the realization that they just loved being together.

Chuck loved Love. He loved the idea of committed Love. He loved the idea of sharing someone's life. He loved the idea of sharing his life. He loved doing little things for his beloved. He loved creating romantic situations to express his love. Regardless of his genius intelligence and gift for logic, Chuck was a creature of emotion. His emotions drove his actions. His emotions were the center of his being. His emotions were the bonds to his people, an extended family not requiring shared DNA.

Love is a huge emotion for anyone, but Chuck had an intense need to both be loved and express love. It truly debilitated him to not have someone to give his love to. He needed someone to give his overflowing love to. When people are deprived of, or lose something in their life, it often creates a greater appreciation for that thing, because it has been brought to the forefront of their consciousness. They think about it, they dwell on it, they rejoice in it.

So, even though they haven't consummated their relationship or firmly put it in the category of forever, Chuck couldn't help but be romantic with Sarah, finding different ways to express it. It isn't about grand romantic gestures, it is about many small ones. Because it feels so right and it is so easy. He brings her fresh flowers every day and Gardenias on Saturdays. They have Picnics and private dinners. Slow dances on a Thursday afternoon, just because.

Sarah is reflecting on these things, as she looks over the city lights displayed before her, the vista revealed as they wound up the road. They are nearing their destination, a hilltop restaurant, which was supposed to be a very romantic setting.

"So what are you all smiling about over there?" Chuck teases her, as he steals a glance in her direction.

Sarah blushes slightly, and shyly admits, "Us." She looks over at him, and with a small smile, elaborates, "I was thinking how much fun, and how comfortable, it is to be with you. How much I just enjoy being with you."

Eyes wide, Chuck quickly turns to look at her, and he stares intensely at her for a long moment. Then his eyes soften, as a smile sprouts on his face, while he returns his attention to the road.

His hand reaches out for her's, and as he takes it, he softly says, "Always and forever".

Physically connected, while lost in their own thoughts, they finish their drive and pull up to the Valet.

As they enter the restaurant, Sarah takes a moment to smell, hear and see everything around them. They are led to their table which is amazing. Twelve of the tables in the restaurant were assigned as VIP, as they each were on their own private balcony. There was a long wait for reservations, and she was sure that a sizable tip was required to even get one.

The setting was breathtaking.

The restaurant is on a hillside, so if you looked straight out, or up, you saw only open sky.
If you looked down, over the wrought iron railing, you would see that part of the city spread out before you, but as you approached the balcony from the restaurant, it seemed as if it was floating in air. In the middle of this great big city, you felt privacy and some isolation, a little private island in the clouds of your own. When they close the doors to the restaurant, even it fades away.

Vines scented by Jasmine, provide nature's perfume, a calming aroma that also keeps you present in the moment.

The sun was setting, lighting everything in a soft glow, that special time that photographers call "Magic Hour"

The overall effect is otherworldly. It is just Chuck and her, suspended in time and space.

As Chuck reviews the menu, Sarah recalls how her father told her that love and romance were delusions for soft hearted suckers. Chuck has shown her that romance is love made manifest. It was love expressed through effort and forethought. It wasn't some cheesy or overwrought sentiment deployed in the pursuit of sex, because of the true love, which it emanates from. It starts with the feeling, because without the feeling everything else is a facade.

Romance contains layers upon layers that you have to think about, and Chuck definitely excelled at thinking. She is amazed at how much he thinks about all the little things regarding her and their relationship, as it is.

Romance is about building upon the feeling of Love. So, you start with a nice dinner, and you add a layer of some nice music. Then, you add the layer of a nicely paired wine, along with the layer of flowers, on top of the layer of candles. All of those layers combine and envelop you with the Love that underlies it all. Sarah had never considered, let alone experienced, what love and romance could truly be. Chuck has given her a taste and she likes it.

"How about we start with some Bruschetta, and Caprese Salads?" Chuck asks, looking over the top of the menu.

It pulls Sarah out of her reverie, and she quickly smiles and says, "That sounds wonderful."

And it did, as would anything else he would have suggested. Because she appreciates that the food is just another layer. It is the company that it is shared with that matters. It is all that matters at the moment.

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The sun had all but set, providing a subtle glow to the sky, starving off nights blackness, for a few more precious moments. And this moment is precious to Sarah and Chuck, a tremendous bonding experience with memory triggers for each of the senses. The "Magic" glow of the sunset has been replaced by the cozy glow of candelabras, on each side of their doorway.

Dinner was over and they now are seated side-by-side, looking over the balcony and sharing a bowl of gelato, spoonful by spoonful with a few kisses in between. Chuck has his arm around Sarah, and she leans into his side, adding to the feeling that they are in their own private bubble.

Sarah thinks This is all I need. If I can have this feeling, the details don't matter. We could be stranded on a desert Island and I would be happy. And then it hits her. I could do this forever, because I no longer want to spend a moment without him. Here, on a desert Island, Rome, Washington, or L.A. It just doesn't matter. Neither does the job, as long as it doesn't interfere with us. So the CIA is out. Nobody gets to order me around, anymore. I want to be with him. Why couldn't I accept that before? It is that simple. Being with him makes me happy, so why am I fighting with myself about being happy? It's just a matter of letting go of all of the blocks stopping us from being together. And nothing matters more than feeling the way I do when we are together.

She shivered in excitement and release. Chuck notices, holds her tighter and asks if she is cold.

She shakes her head and answers, "No. Just that happy."

Sarah pulls away from Chuck so she can turn to face him more directly, so she can tell him, "Chuck, I have heard it said that home is where you feel like you belong. I realize now that home is here."

Chuck straightens, and looks out over the view, and slightly confused, asks, "Rome? You want to stay in Rome? Europe?"

Sarah stands, then moves over to sit on his lap sideways across his legs, pressing her chest into his, and burrowing her face into his neck. "No Chuck. Here. With you. Sitting here seemingly separate from the rest of the world. I realize this is all I need. You. Me. Together. So, I have an answer to your commitment question." Her face is still buried in his neck, so when she pauses to gather her strength, and takes a deep breath, it makes him shiver. With renewed resolve she continues. "Yes, I want to commit to being with you, forever. No, I am not going to leave you. There is nothing out there that I want more than you. And I believe that nothing can keep us apart. I now know myself better, and whatever my future holds, I know that I want you a part of it. And, I trust that you would never do anything to hurt me. So yes, I want to be by your side, now and forever."

Chuck is stunned and speechless, tears flowing down his face as he embraces her, and her declaration.

She pulls her face back, so she can look him directly in his eyes. "And Chuck, I am not going back to the CIA. No one is going to order me around anymore. It's someone else's turn to be an agent, fighting for the greater good. I will find a different way to help the cause. Nothing is going to take me away from you."

The grin on Chuck's face is the biggest she has seen, and is in odd contrast to the tears streaming down his face.

Smiling, she takes both of his hands into hers. "To put it another way. I, Sarah Samira Lisa Walker, do take you Chuck Bartowski, to love and to cherish, in sickness and in health, and with or without the Intersect, and in spite of whatever craziness the world throws at us. Yes, I do..

Chuck beams as he takes in everything that she is saying, and what she is truly meaning. A grin spreads across her face, matching his, and she informs him. "You know, I think you are supposed to kiss me now."

Chuck can't help but laugh, then he leans in and firmly presses his lips to hers. He pulls back,so their lips are only brushing, and he promises, "I do, too."

He then pulls her close for a passionate kiss, filled with all of their commitments to each other and none of the baggage of the past. Sarah finally feels, here on this isolated balcony, at this moment, like it is truly, only Chuck and her. No Graham, no Beckman, no mission, no Casey, no bad guys and no bullshit to interfere. Just her and Chuck, and their shared love. And it feels comforting and liberating and empowering. It is wonderful. They lost themselves in each other, for what was probably an inappropriate amount of time, considering the location. So they stop to breathe, allowing them to compose themselves, get the check paid, and try not to set any tables ablaze, as they pass by, on their way out of the restaurant to their car.

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On the drive back, Sarah alternates running her hand across Chuck's neck and having it kissed by him, when he would grab it and pull it to his lips. They steal glances at each other as their excitement builds. They were physically in the car, but mentally they were already in each other's arms at the Villa.

None too soon, they are in each other's arms, kissing and bouncing off furniture, as they make their way to Chuck's bedroom. They separate to peel off jackets and kick off shoes, before crashing back into each other, lips inseparable, as their hands tear at the buttons and zippers that are keeping their flesh apart.

Down to underpants, they fell into each other, atop the bed and Sarah's hands searched under Chuck's boxers for the hardness that had been pressed up against her since they entered the Villa, and that she had dreamed of on so many lonely nights. Chuck gasped as her hand grasped and stroked his length, and then he suddenly shuddered, as she felt him release into her hand.

"Ohhh!" he groaned then sighed. Chuck leaned his head on her shoulder, and sheepishly said, "Well, you can tell that I have really been looking forward to this." Sarah couldn't help giggling, knowing her own excitement about this long postponed moment. "Sorry," he continued apologizing.

"Shh! No. It's Okay!" Sarah reassured him. She cupped his face and pulled it up, so she could look him in the eyes. She grinned and said, "It's just the first of many."

Chuck's eyes widened and then a smile broke out over his face, as he told her, "I like the way you think, missy." He leans in and gives her a quick kiss. Then he uses his now soiled boxers, to quickly clean her and himself off, before tossing them in the bathroom. Turning back to the bed, Chuck eyes her hungerly as Sarah slowly writhes on the bed, running both hands through her hair. A low growl rumbles from his chest. Chuck drops on the bed, straddling her with his knees, then he reaches under her bottom, grasps the waistband of her panties, and with one swift movement lifts her and pulls them over her legs and off, tossing them to the side.

Sarah squeals in surprise and delight, completely aroused by Chuck's assertiveness, which he manages to combine with playfulness.

Chuck drops her back to the bed, and then covers her with his body, supporting himself on his forearms, as he stares deeply into her eyes, a smile ghosting on his lips.

Sarah shivers at the intensity. They had kissed and passionately made out on many occasions, but she had never felt this level of focus and intensity from him before. She had felt swept away by his affection, as their relationship grew, but this felt like the floodgates had opened. The intensity of emotion she felt emanating from him, now combined with the way he seemed to be looking into her, all the way to her soul, was almost more than she could handle. She wanted, almost needed to become one with him.

Chuck lowered himself, and kissed her left ear and whispered, "Sarah." He then shifted and kissed her right ear and whispered, "Samira". He then raised himself to look into her eyes, and whispered, "My Love." Then he kissed her lightly on her lips. He moved his head down and again whispered, "My Love."

Sarah shudders again in response. Emotions overwhelm her logical mind and she loses herself in this novel feeling. She has never felt so cared for, so loved, so desired; a desire that went beyond sex.

Chuck continues in his adoration, next kissing her collarbone, with another, "My Love". He now turns his attention to her breasts, nuzzling, nipping, and suckling them in turn.

As Chuck kisses and suckles his way back and forth between her breasts. Sarah is losing her damn mind. She is lost in the way his kisses, regardless of where they land, are sending electrical shocks through her whole body. She lost control of her body, as her toes clinch and her hands grasp, then release, handfuls of the sheets.

Chuck starts quickly kissing back and forth, on both breasts, while simultaneously stroking his hands up and down her arms. He then shifts to stroking down her sides as he wiggles further down her body, peppering kisses around and down her belly. When he positions himself between her legs, he looks up, pausing so she catches his eyes, and he reverently says, "My Love." before pressing his lips to her.

That causes an orgasm to blossom, and radiate from between her legs. That was only the beginning as Chuck focused his attention on that specific part of her anatomy . He alternated licking, kissing, sucking, and nuzzling with his nose, every inch of her that was between her legs. He even peppers kisses up and down her inner thighs, for good measure. She is brought to the brink of climax repeatedly, before he brings her back down, finally eliciting multiple orgasms.

Sarah is beyond herself in lust, passion, and sexual stimulation. Other than Bryce, her sexual experiences were mostly one and done. Release achieved and moving on. On a few occasions with Bryce, mainly in Cabo, they had gone a second round, having time to lose themselves in the passion. But she had never experienced this, where she was given orgasm after orgasm, for a good half hour, by a lover who was relentless in their passionate and loving ministrations. She truly feels worshiped.

As she begins wondering how long his tongue and neck could hold out, Chuck rolls from between her legs, onto his back. Just as she is catching her breath, he grabs her arms and pulls her over him, setting her atop his face. Oh my! is all she has time to think, as he grasps her waist and firmly pulls her to himself. Sarah grasps the headboard with both hands, and presses herself down on him. Chuck resumes his licking and suckling with renewed vigor.

More orgasms blossom from between her legs, these bigger and more intense than she has ever experienced before. Sarah is lost in sensation, opening herself to feel everything more completely than she has ever before. In a moment of clarity, between climaxes, she wonders at the thought that he is doing all of this with his mouth and he hasn't even entered her, yet. What is that going to be like?!

Suddenly she feels, as much as hears, a deep rumbling growl come from somewhere deep inside Chuck's chest. Then he quickly grasps her hips and lifts Sarah off his face and onto his lap. Straddling him, she lowers herself down and grinds herself against him.

"Oh, Sarah!" he groans, as he ground himself back against her. Sarah is lost in passion and ready to give as good as she is getting, so she lays herself upon him, capturing his lips in hers, while she uses her hand to rub him against her, then slowly and smoothly slides herself down his length, until he is fully engulfed. Chuck is vibrating, and she has to pause herself, reveling in the sensation that she had longed for since Burbank, but especially over the past few weeks. Chuck is staring deeply into her eyes, as she does the same, and it feels to her like that is completing a connection that starts at their joined hips.

Sarah starts riding him slowly and steadily, chanting his name. Chuck responds by rolling his hips in rhythm, while chanting her name in return. Their tempo increases and Sarah can feel her next orgasm building when Chuck grabs her hips and holds her firmly while he starts rapidly pistoning into her. It pushes her over her edge and soon Chuck's whole body spasms and tightens as he arches himself up into her, in release.

Sarah collapses on top of him, completely spent. Chuck pants heavily, enveloping her in his arms, holding her to his chest, all the while repeating, "My Love."

Chuck wasn't surprised that his feelings and passion for Sarah is so much more than what he felt for Jill. But, it still amazed him with its intensity. His sexual relationship with Jill had lasted long enough for them to have spent weekends in bed. They had spent afternoons kissing all over and exploring each other's bodies. He wasn't inexperienced at having a good time in bed. But this was a magnitude better. He had been drawn to Sarah, from the moment he looked into her eyes. He had committed himself to her, emotionally, when he saw the wounded soul within the hardened agent. He had fallen for her romantically, over and over, in Burbank, during that roller coaster ride. And he has grown intertwined with her over the past few weeks, as he reclaimed Chuck Bartowski, and she reclaimed Samira. He was also human, and the desire for the physical connection had finally been satisfied. For the moment.

Sarah is giddy. Sex with Chuck is so much more enjoyable, in so many ways, than anything she has experienced before. It's like the difference between hearing a song in lo-fi on bad speakers, versus seeing the band live. It is much more intense than she had even imagined. She expected that he would be an attentive and giving lover. But holy crap, to experience first hand what that feels like left her speechless, and screaming, and moaning, and writhing as she wove her hands through his hair, as he focused his attention, and mouth, and tongue, and nose, and chin on every inch between her legs. Sarah shivers in delight, thinking about how he spent so much time exploring her body and discovering her sensitive spots, then using what he had learned to please her over and over.

Chuck chuckles when she shivers and says, "Yeah! It was that good for me too."

Sarah giggles and rubs her hand across his chest. "Yeah it was. So, so good."

Chuck rolls them over, so that he is again on top. He hadn't withdrawn after they had finished together, and now he starts slowly moving almost completely in and out of her. Slow, long strokes that she can feel every inch of, every second of, which stoke her fire even hotter. Chuck bends down to kiss and suckle each of her breasts, before kissing his way up her collarbone and neck, until he lingers on her pulse point right below her ear. Sarah moans and her body starts rhythmically and instinctively rolling her hips to match his strokes.

Chuck whispers, "My Love." in her ear, his warm breath inflaming the wetness his lips had left behind. He alternates between each ear, as he continues his slow rhythm, hitting all of her special points. She feels her familiar orgasm start building, but this is different. This is like a tension is building deep inside her. Chuck is machine-like, pumping with a steady moderate rhythm, while varying where he is stimulating her. And the tension built inside her, as she begins to writhe under him, continuing to roll her hips along with his. She is open to him, legs spread wide, her chest laid bare, her hands occupied in his hair, as vulnerable as she could possibly be, and yet she felt perfect. She is lost in him, he is lost in her, and together they are approaching nirvana.

Sarah gasps as her body starts shaking, the tension in her core connected directly to the electric sparks she feels between her legs. Chuck keeps at his ministrations, as she writhes and moans under him. Sparks fly, and the tension builds, and suddenly something releases inside her core, giving her the biggest, deepest orgasm she has ever experienced. Her body goes rigid, and then she passes out. For a moment. Feeling her release triggered Chuck's own climax. He lays still atop her, nuzzling her neck and allowing both of them to catch their breath.

Sarah had been overwhelmed by everything, She was lost in pleasure, allowing herself to give in completely to her feelings and her emotions. Their bonding was primal. This is what kept the human species going. The tension had built in her core and then snapped, her body spasmed and everything went dark. Now she is safe, in Chuck's arms as she tries to recover from the greatest experience in her arguably amazing life. If this is what sex could be like, sign her up for a lifetime subscription. This was worth climbing mountains, or swimming oceans, or whatever crazy stuff people did in the name of love. If this is what they are talking about, it is totally worth it. She has never before felt so wanted, needed, and cherished.

Chuck's breath feels comforting on her neck, but she wants to kiss him and embrace him, wrap her arms and legs around him. She discovers they won't work. Her body is so spent from her orgasm that her limbs are limp.

Sarah's body won't respond, and she had blacked out for a moment. She is for all intents and purposes helpless, and rather than feeling terrified, she feels blissful. She is no longer experiencing life as Agent Walker. She is experiencing life as Sarah.

She is not thinking about anything, because she is lost in her feelings, and reveling in the sensations flowing through her body. She is lost in Love.

Wow! Wow! Wow! Chuck is lost in feeling and emotion, too. Completely satiated physically, and mentally and emotionally fulfilled, finally having Sarah in his arms, totally committed, without reservation.

Chuck rolls onto his back, and as Sarah burrows into his side, she whispers to him, "I love you Chuck."

Squeezing her close, Chuck mirrors, "I love you Sarah.'

Always and forever, is her final thought, as they both fall into a deep, content, sleep.

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A/N 1: So there it is. They finally consummate their relationship, and it is a life changing experience for each of them. If you want to read the Director's Cut, I have posted a M rated version, as well. I try to show, more explicitly, how Chuck blows her mind sexually.

A/N 2: Go check out the Facebook page for our FanFiction group, and see what your favorite authors are up to.