The Trapped Assassin

By SarahsSupplyCloset

Author's Note: I know this took three years but I got stuck. Hopefully this is a sign I'm unstuck. Thanks for the messages about this one and for not giving up on it. I never did either. Hope it's worth the wait.

Disclaimer: I don't own CHUCK. I don't make money writing CHUCK fan fiction.


"You're kidding me."

Sarah kept her proverbial mask on, not letting it budge even slightly. "I'm not. I'm bringing a man with me to Saint-Raphaël, so we need to figure out how to play your existence so that he doesn't know this is a CIA mission."

Technically, Sarah knew she was no longer CIA. So technically this wasn't a CIA mission. But she was working with someone who was an agent, so she'd give herself this.

"Why in the fuck do you need a man to ride along with us on a mission?" Agent Shaw hissed. "Look, lady. I don't care what you do on your little vacation, if you're swinging by every hotel room with a man in it and getting your insides tickled."

"Excuse me?" Sarah raised her eyebrows. "My what what? You know what, I don't need this from you. I've gotten used to having him around, so he's going to join us."

"Or, how 'bout this? We leave your toy at home."

"He isn't my toy."

"Really? If you can't go a couple of days without getting laid, maybe you need to see a doctor. I don't give a fuck about this guy, but if you do, you should know this little jaunt down to Saint-Raphaël could get him killed. Are you so selfish that you're gonna put a civilian in danger?"

"He isn't going to be in danger. I'm protecting him."

Evelyn Shaw scoffed. "Yeah, I've heard that before. Right before the person who said it got killed. Or the person they're protecting gets kidnapped and then killed, or just flat-out killed. Either way there's death."

A chill went through Sarah but she didn't show it. "I'm not negotiating. You don't even have to talk to him. We get to the town, and you make yourself scarce. I'll take care of Chuck."

"And his name is Chuck? Jesus Christ, you're in Nice, France … and you end up playing around with an American named Chuck? You're in so much danger, and I'm not even talking about the assassin trying to murder you."

An idea occurred to Sarah then. "A driver."

"What?"

"I've given him a cover job. Since he couldn't know I'm a spy, I gave him a different job. That's why I'm going to Saint-Raphaël, for a job. What if my employer sent a driver to take me down to Saint-Raphaël? You can be our driver."

The brunette grit her teeth. "I'm not playing Driving Miss Daisy with you and your lover. Get yourself to the town on your own. Fuck that."

"The whole point of you coming here was to make sure nothing happens to me. I need back-up."

"I'm not your bodyguard, you bitch."

"I didn't say you were. But you said you'd help me get rid of the Scarlet Eye, so are you going to or not?"

"Fine." She shook her head, obviously annoyed. "But if something happens to him, it's on you, not me. I'm not having him on my conscience."

"I didn't think you would," Sarah grumbled.

The truth was she'd thought all the same things. It had kept her awake the night before and now she was so tired. Chuck was going to be in danger coming with her to Saint-Raphaël. But he wasn't going to leave her alone about it until she'd agreed to have him join her for this "job". And she knew she was being selfish, that letting him go, pushing him away, was the safest thing for him.

Maybe she wouldn't have him, maybe she'd have to say goodbye to him, but he'd at least be okay. He'd be alive.

It was just that she knew she could take care of him. She'd done jobs like this before. People had tried to come after her before. But she'd found them, she'd eliminated them, and she'd gone on her merry way. It would be the same this time, only now she'd have him with her.

She'd have the comfort of someone who made her feel good. Not just anyone, but him. Chuck.

And she was so selfish.

She'd known how selfish when she'd gotten a large suite in Saint-Raphaël under Chuck's name as he sat there beside her, holding his credit card in her fingers, after they told Ellie and Devon where they were going and for how long. There were two adjoining rooms with beds, and a shared living space between them. She'd insisted on those arrangements and he'd agreed. Sharing a hotel room with a bed just felt like…way too much, considering they'd only met maybe 20 days ago.

"I'll find a car. What time do I have to be back here?" Agent Shaw nearly pouted, obviously having a problem with the arrangement. Sarah actually didn't blame her much.

"About three hours? Noon?"

"Whatever."

"Agent Shaw…" Sarah stopped her before she got up from the bench and walked away, back to wherever it was she was staying while the CIA sent her here to aid Sarah.

She turned back and looked down wordlessly.

"Thank you. I know this is irregular, me bringing a civilian on this trip, when there's a lot of danger involved. He just wanted to go so bad and I…want him. So thanks for going with the flow on this."

She just shrugged with a "Whatever, he's your responsibility, not mine" and walked away.

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"This is so cool. I'm going on a vacation on my vacation. It's like Vacation Inception."

Ellie rolled her eyes in Sarah's direction and Sarah giggled. "Okay, Chuck. Whatever you say." Then she eyed his suitcase. "Not sure you need that many nerd shirts. You're only going for a handful of days."

"Uh, I'm a grown boy, El. I think I can pack for myself."

Sarah cleared her throat slightly. "Well, I'm afraid I'll be working through a lot of this, so you'll have to find things to do on your own. Pack for that."

He stopped and smiled at her. "Hey, I'm good. I basically forced you to drag me along with you, and you're super nice letting me come, and we have our own driver, which is just…amazing."

Ellie smirked at Sarah. "For the record, this guy could hire a driver if he wanted to with all that video game money, but he still drives himself around LA in his own car because he's a glutton for punishment."

"I'm not a glutton for punishment, okay? I just don't want someone else to be at my beck and call. I'm perfectly capable of driving myself places," he explained. "In this case, however, I'm totally fine hopping in the back of a car and letting your employer foot the expense."

Ellie sent her brother a significant look, as if chastising him, and Sarah rushed to defend him. "Listen, with the way they continue to keep the weight on my shoulders even when I'm trying to enjoy my vacation? Damn right we're gonna take the driver and the car. And damn right, they're gonna pay for it too. And the suite. And most of my meals. Bastards."

Chuck and his sister both cheered, clapping their hands. Ellie even let out a loud "WOO!"

"That's what I like to hear, Sarah!" she exclaimed, laughing. "It's a bummer you'll be having to work. I've heard amazing things about Saint-Raphaël." She sighed. "You don't think your employer would cough up the money for a second suite, do you?" she teased.

Sarah snorted. "No. Unfortunately. But I wish they would. It'd be nice to have you two there."

She was exceptionally glad they wouldn't be there. That'd be two more bodies she'd have to protect and two more people she'd have to keep all of this from.

"Awesome and Ellie have packed the crap out of their schedule for the next few days, so they won't be missing out much," Chuck said with a grin.

"Hang gliding over Nice. So sayonara, Sarah. This'll probably be the last time I'll be seeing either of you, because I'm going to fall off the glider and die most likely."

"Jesus, El!" Chuck groused, laughing in disbelief.

She shrugged dramatically.

"You'll be fine," Sarah droned, sitting on the end of Chuck's bed and watching him continue to pack. "You're going to get to see Nice from an angle few people get to."

"And in the meantime, I'll be in Saint-Raphaël getting some sun on their sandy beaches." Chuck stuck his arms out and tilted his head back. "And hopefully at least here and there, with a beautiful blonde at my side."

Sarah giggled as best she could. She didn't know how often she'd feel safe being seen with Chuck out in public. It was akin to taunting Scarlet Eye into not just attacking her, but they'd know she was there with someone. And someone she cared about, too.

Devon opened up the balcony door and stepped back into the room, wiggling his phone once he caught his fiancée's eye. "Hey, we better get going or we'll miss the tour."

Ellie clapped her hands together. "You were able to get us onto the tour group?"

"I had to be a little pushy, but I did it," he said with a modest shrug, beaming as she blew a kiss to him. "Alright, kids, we're outta here, but you two have oodles of fun, huh?"

He wrapped Chuck up in a tight bear hug from behind, lifting him off the ground. Chuck laughed and shook his head, breaking out of his future brother-in-law's grip and thumping him on the arm. "Have fun on the bike tour. See ya in a few days."

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do," the blonde said with his big grin. Sarah didn't do a great job covering up her blush.

By the time they were alone, everything they needed gathered up around them, Sarah got the call from Agent Shaw that the car was waiting below.

The introductions felt forced and one-sided, with Chuck being his usual friendly self and Agent Shaw sending Sarah looks that clearly read "Really? This guy?" It made her want to smack the other woman upside her head, but she decided it was best to keep thinking about the fact that she was being allowed to take Chuck along on this mission.

But once they were sitting in the car on the way to Saint-Raphaël, Sarah felt unease creeping through her. She really shouldn't have agreed to have Chuck join her. She thought she really didn't have a choice without upsetting him, and without potentially ending things between them. Should she have chosen that option though, as much as it would have hurt her and him, if it meant there wasn't the potential of him ending up getting thrown into harm's way? Actual physical harm?

There was no going back now, damn it. She was stuck with this decision. And she wondered why Agent Shaw hadn't pushed harder to persuade her to drop the whole Chuck tagging along thing.

It wasn't her fault, she supposed. They were both kind of in the dark. All they knew was where the Scarlet Eye was. But they had no idea how to find him, or where he'd pop up in the actual town.

But then she felt Chuck's hand slide over hers where it rested on the seat between them. She turned her head to look at him, seeing that he was watching her quietly, a thoughtful look on his face.

"You're very quiet," he said under his breath. The partition was up between where they sat and where Agent Evelyn Shaw drove them to their hotel in Saint-Raphaël. He didn't have to speak quietly. But it was cute he was doing it anyway. "Is it the job?" That was why he spoke so softly, someone essentially from her job (for all he knew) was in the car with them.

"It's okay," she assured him, turning her hand over, threading their fingers together, and squeezing. "She can't hear us. That partition is soundproof. Watch." She leaned forward and pressed the button to roll the partition down just an inch or so. Music from the front compartment of the car blasted into where they were sitting, making her smirk a little at the other agent. She hadn't expected that, really, but it helped her prove her point she supposed. She put the partition back up again and the music stopped dead. "See?"

"That's…really soundproof." He made a face. "Is it safe for her to drive with the music on that loud?" Then he shook his head. "I'm sure it's fine. That's not the point. My original question stands. You okay?"

She smiled and sat back against the seat, sighing. "I'm okay. I'm just realizing as I sit here in a company car, on my way to do more freaking work while I'm on my vacation, that I really, really, really, really don't want to be here, doing this. I wish everyone would just leave me alone," she admitted, sighing. "I know, I know. You told me…"

"That wasn't my place to tell you," he said quickly.

"Maybe not but you weren't wrong," she said, smiling at him. "I just regret this decision."

She regretted that she was pulling him into her spy bullshit. She regretted that she might always have a target like this over her head, even when she got rid of the Scarlet Eye. Somebody would always be after the Ice Queen.

If he didn't get caught up in her life this time, he would eventually. If this relationship continued… and that wasn't something she'd allow herself to think about right now.

She had bigger fish to fry.

Like staying alive past the weekend, and keeping Chuck Bartowski from both finding out about all of this, and from getting a target on his own head.

"Well, hey… I know that, um, with all of the work you have to do, there won't be a lot of time around it, but maybe we can just find really fun stuff around town… with what time we'll get, I mean." He was trying to pick out a silver lining for her, she knew. And he was sweet.

"Sure, yeah… Maybe," she said, smiling as best she could and squeezing his hand again.

She had no intention of sightseeing much. Scarlet Eye wouldn't be catching her off guard unless she was out and about, not paying attention to her surroundings. She wasn't going to make herself bait, for fuck's sakes.

Chuck sighed. "Well all I can do is my best to make sure you don't regret letting me force myself into his side trip." He lifted her hand to his lips, his brown eyes sparkling a special way as he looked at her through his eyelashes. It was a slow kiss, his lips lingering on the back of her hand, and then her knuckles, kissing them one by one. And she felt a particular thrill inside of her ribcage.

"I didn't exactly like the idea of being in a different town from you, even for a few days," she admitted. She'd been ready to say she wouldn't regret taking him, but she sort of did regret it, and she didn't want to lie to him about that, nor did she want to hurt his feelings.

He couldn't know a terrorist assassin wanted her head on a platter.

"I know, I know. But still…I want to at least be…helpful."

"How many languages do you know?" she teased.

"Two." She raised her eyebrows, surprised. "English and Klingon."

She cracked up. "I wasn't expecting that, I have to admit."

"Nobody ever does. But you have to know, I don't tell just anyone that I know Klingon. That doesn't tend to get the best responses from women who don't also know Klingon."

"I feel very special," she laughed. "And don't worry. Secret's safe with me." She reached up and played with one of his curls. "Nerd."

He giggled. "I might not be able to help you with work, but I can help you with…not-work."

"And what's that mean?" She asked, a flirtatious lilt to her voice.

Chuck leaned in to kiss her jaw slowly, wrapping a hand around her opposite hip and squeezing. "Nothing better than coming back to the hotel suite after a long, trying day of work and finding a drink and a delicious meal waiting for you out on the balcony. Our suite has a balcony, right?"

"It does," she drawled.

"Score." He grinned. "Hey, I just realized. For a couple of days, I won't have to hop onto an elevator to come see you. I like that."

"So do I, but I can't not laugh at you acting like hopping onto an elevator is a massive inconvenience." She giggled scooting in closer and sliding her arm around his shoulders.

"It isn't an inconvenience!" he exclaimed, chuckling. "I'm just saying that walking out of my bedroom, crossing the suite living area, what like 10 feet? And knocking on the door of your bedroom is a lot easier than getting on an elevator. That's all."

Sharing a suite with Chuck even if they did have separate bedrooms was going to make doing her job a lot harder she knew. She'd have to tiptoe around him when she needed to follow a lead. She wasn't sure how she would go about that but she would figure it out. She always figured it out. Never anything quite like this. But she also knew that this was an opportunity, even if it was going to be difficult, to actually enjoy some real quality time with Chuck Bartowski, in their own living space, when she could fit in the time. And she didn't want to ruin this for him, or for herself.

"I'm just sorry I won't get to go sightseeing with you as much as I'd like to."

"You'll see plenty," she said, smiling.

"Yeah, but not with you."

She took a deep breath. "Goes with the job. I've been to a lot of places but I haven't really had a chance to see them because of situations like this. Work, work, work, and then I'm tired and I just get back to my room and fall into bed. Wake up in the morning, work, work, work again. Rinse. Repeat. Then I hop on a plane when the job's done."

Chuck frowned. "That sucks."

"Yeah." She shrugged. But that wasn't what she was going to be doing anymore. She was done with that. She'd get rid of the Scarlet Eye and she'd move on for good. Hopefully. She didn't really know for sure what would happen but she had to at least try.

She had to try to escape this life and build something new, something that wouldn't make her feel like an empty husk of a person.

"Well, uh…how tired is tired though? Like, will you be tired enough that being around me in our suite will just annoy you, or…? 'Cause I've been that tired before. Getting home and finding Morgan waiting at my door to play video games after a 14 hour day, I'm just like nnnnooooo not now pleeeeeaaseee."

Sarah laughed and shook her head. "Not that tired."

"If you are that tired, will you tell me so that I don't annoy you, though? I can give you the place to yours—"

"Chuck." She cupped his face in her hands and forced him to look her in the eyes. "I promise you that no sight will be more welcome to me after getting back from working, bone-tired, than you waiting for me. This cute face of yours." She smashed his cheeks and he giggled, making the interior of the car feel warm.

"Well, anyway, I've got tricks up my sleeve to make you enjoy this small work trip to Saint-Raphaël in spite of your job."

He said it with a deeper voice than she was expecting and the air around them felt charged immediately. "Tricks?" she flirted. He nodded. "I've experienced a few of your tricks firsthand, Chuck. Do you have something like that in mind?"

He narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips thoughtfully. "I might."

Sarah bit her lip, then shifted a hand into his hair and pulled him in for a kiss. It was a slow, methodical kiss, and she purposely gave him her tongue, feeling him meet it with his own eagerly.

When they pulled back just as slowly, it was like someone had tossed a lit match into the car with them. He breathed her name reverently and she decided it was more of a torch than a match.

She cast her gaze to the side at the partition and pulled her left wrist up to look at her watch. They still had a good chunk of time before they even reached Saint-Raphaël, let alone weaved through the streets crowded with traffic to get to their beachside resort.

Instead of kissing his lips again, she teasingly turned her head and grazed his jaw with her lips. And then she leaned in even more, winding her arms around his shoulders, and she took his earlobe between her lips, sucking on it, before dropping her mouth to his neck.

"What are you doing?" he whispered.

She didn't answer, tugging on a curl she caught between her fingers and giving his jaw a teasing bite. He let out a rough breath and grabbed her by her hips. It felt like he wanted her to stop with the way he did it, as if he might gently push her away from him, so she stopped and pulled back a little to give him a questioning look.

"I just—the driver, she-she might—" He paused. And then he rolled his eyes. "Can you just tell me to shut up already?"

She giggled. "Shut up alre—" The rest of the word was swallowed up by his lips crashing against hers. His hands moved from her hips to wrap around her lower back and he yanked her in close to him.

Normally, she'd be wary of a vehicle without seatbelts, but she decided she was glad for the no seatbelts in this situation.

There was nothing preventing her from swiveling in the seat to lean her front against his side and kiss him hard, holding his head in both hands.

Sarah felt one of Chuck's hands land on her thigh, sliding up and down her bare leg, until he tucked it under the sundress she was wearing and squeezed her just under her hip bone. She broke the kiss and let out a ragged breath, their foreheads and noses pressed together.

"I think I'd better not move my hand any further up your leg, just in case," he panted. "Probably for the best I don't actually."

Sarah bit her lip and reached back to grab his other hand that was gently resting on the small of her back and she lifted it to one of her breasts, making him squeeze with her fingers wrapped around his.

Her breath hitched as he squeezed again on his own, something flashing in his brown eyes, and then his lips were on her neck, drifting down to the spaghetti strap of her dress.

And when he caught the strap in his teeth and picked it up, moving it out of his way so that it slipped off her shoulder and down her arm, Sarah felt her control falter. His teeth for God's sakes.

He mumbled her name against her shoulder, then again as he let his tongue run down the line of her collarbone. His hand wandered up further from her thigh and teased the hem of her panties.

That was it.

In a lot of ways, this was the worst possible place for her to take their heavy make-out session to the next level, in the back of a car with a CIA agent driving them to a place where she still didn't know what to expect. But in the most important way, it seemed like it might be the safest place. The partition was closed, soundproof, and they were in a moving vehicle. Nobody knew where she was, where they were. The Scarlet Eye couldn't touch her here.

She got to control who touched her.

Sarah bit her lip at the cheesiness of that thought and took Chuck's other hand, moving it to tuck under the cotton of her sundress where it had fallen away from her breast a little after he'd moved the strap holding it up. She didn't have to do more than guide him, because he did the rest himself, slipping his hand under her strapless bra and palming her breast.

She whimpered and turned, swinging her leg over to his other side and facing him, straddling his lap. She kissed him wantonly, lowering her weight to sit on him, her knees bent up against the seat back, and she rounded his shoulders with her hands, grinding herself down against him.

This time, Chuck whimpered, the hand that wasn't massaging her breast dragging down the lining of her panties on the inside of her thigh, and pressing two fingers to her clitoris over the material of her panties.

Sarah broke the kiss and gasped, thrusting into his fingers. "Chuck…oh my God…"

"I can't believe we're doing this," he breathed, a look of awe in his face. "We shouldn't be doing this."

"Soundproof…" she whispered, bobbing her eyebrows. And then she whimpered his name when his fingers rubbed her in a few delicious circles. She pressed herself down against him and gave a few long thrusts, feeling him getting hard beneath her.

There was no going back now.

They had to commit. Or he'd be sitting here in abject discomfort for almost an hour. And that seriously wasn't at all fair. She'd never do that to him.

She had to go through with this.

Oh well…

Smirking, she dragged her hand down his chest until she reached the button of his jeans and popped it open. His hips jerked and he made a surprised sound, pulling back just enough to send her a startled look.

"Yep," she chirped. "That's exactly what's happening."

"But-But we—"

"Shut up already," she breathed, grinning at him as he chuckled. But the chuckle turned into a warbled groan as she unzipped his pants and did away with all pretenses. In moments, he was gripped in her hand. His body shook beneath hers as his fingers squeezed her breast tightly. "Hnnng!" she whimpered, diving in to kiss him as she made a fist around him and began to twist her hand to pleasure him.

Chuck must have deemed himself hard enough then because he pulled his hand out of her bra grabbed at the front of his pants. Sarah had to lift to her knees to give him space to move everything out of the way, so that he could reveal himself to her, merely shifting his boxers carefully and shoving at his jeans so that they were stuck at the tops of his thighs.

Neither of them seemed to want to wait any longer, which was fine by her since she really didn't intend for them to get caught. Agent Shaw already thought something was wrong with her that she was bringing Chuck on this trip in the first place, calling him her "toy"… this wouldn't exactly persuade her otherwise. And all she really had to do was lower that partition.

They'd better make this quick.

But they were apparently on the same page because Chuck tucked both of his hands under the dress she'd fortuitously chosen to wear today, and wrapped his fingers around her hips, pulling her down onto him. She moaned softly as she felt his fingers tuck under her cotton panties and shift them out of the way.

In moments, she felt his fingers inside of her. She reached up to slam a hand against the ceiling, her mouth opened wide in utter pleasure, completely taken by surprise by his boldness.

He pumped his fingers in and out a few times as she braced one hand on his shoulder and grabbed at his hair with the other. It seemed to set him off and his fingers left her, quickly replaced by his cock.

Neither of them wasted anymore time and she sat her full weight on him, burying him inside of her.

"Chuck," she whimpered, bracing her knees against the seat. He let out a low groan and she began to move on him, thrusting, riding him hard. "Oh, yeah!"

He pressed one finger to her lips, his eyes wide, and then his eyelids fluttered and he groaned again. She teasingly pressed her own fingers to his lips too, smirking as he chuckled self-deprecatingly.

But then he opened his mouth and took her finger between his lips.

She let out a soft squeak and giggle, moaning quietly and holding onto the back of the seat behind his shoulder for better leverage. She began to grind fast and hard, panting and whimpering, letting herself get lost in how good he felt.

The Riviera coastline whizzed past outside of the tinted window, but she didn't see it. She didn't care about it.

Because Chuck grabbed her by her waist, his fingers crinkling in her dress there, and he planted his feet against the floor, starting to bounce himself up into her. His pace was fast, his movements powerful, and she heard a high-pitched sound emitted from her lips, originating deep behind her belly button. "Chuck!" she gasped out.

He clenched his jaw and cursed through his teeth, throwing his head back and bumping it against the seat. He didn't seem to mind the contact, as lost as he was himself in what they were doing to one another.

Chuck surged up from the seat beneath her even harder, faster, and she felt a climax building quickly. God, she already knew it was going to be intense. So she reached up and clasped a hand over her mouth, prepared for some ungodly sound to come out of it.

When she tumbled over the edge, she stilled in his lap and he stopped pounding himself into her, merely holding on tight and pulling her against him, burying himself as deep as he could go.

She shivered wildly and muffled a sound of ecstasy, the sensations coursing through her. "Yes!" she whimpered, throwing her head back and rocking in his lap a few more times.

But then Chuck shifted, letting himself fall down to lie back against the seat long ways, lifting his feet up onto the seat as well and bracing them against the door handle.

Sarah grinned like a madwoman as he grabbed her by the small of her back and pulled her torso forward.

She reached up to brace her hands on either side of his head, then leaned forward even more to hold on tight to the door handle in one hand instead, and then she began to ride him again, the pleasurable sparks still shooting through her limbs from the first orgasm.

As she rode him, her thrusts long and hard, his hand snaked up her dress again, tucking his fingers under her bra again and holding onto her other breast this time. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as he met her thrusts then, palming her, massaging her, pushing himself so deep inside of her.

Sarah leaned down to kiss him, but then the sensations were so intense, so delicious, that she could barely stand it, and she broke the kiss, pressing her face against his temple and just holding on for dear life as she started to bounce herself on him.

Their hips jerked together as he cursed against her neck, and his free hand grabbed onto her backside, the dress bunched under his fist, squeezing with each of her bounces.

God, she was close again. So close.

And it hit her right between her legs like a ton of breaks, making her cry out. This time Chuck caught her cries, surging up to cover her mouth with his, muffling it sufficiently, and she let out a panting giggle, grabbing him by his hair and just clinging, the incredible sensations coursing through her whole body.

He sat up quickly pushing her with him so that they were both upright, and then he swiveled his body to sit properly in the seat again.

They hugged one another tight, just holding on, breathing hard.

Sarah panted out a curse against his jaw and squeezed him harder.

She had no idea how long this had been happening, and she should've checked the time maybe, but she was way too caught up in this, in him, to do that, so instead, she lifted her hips to ease him out of her.

He gave her a confused and even startled look. And she bit back a laugh, knowing a part of him was probably terrified that she was just going to leave him like this.

She didn't put him at ease with words, instead doing it with her actions.

And she turned around to face forward, sitting in his lap with her back to his chest and reaching down to get her panties out of the way for a second time, picking him up to ease him inside of her again.

"Sarah," he gasped, his voice a little strangled. "Oh my God, baby…"

Sarah grabbed his hands from where they'd landed on her waist, the dress she wore covering both their laps, and she threaded her fingers with his, holding their hands out to the sides and relying on his strength in his arms, using them the way she'd used the door handle earlier, for leverage.

Holding onto his hands, her knuckles going white she squeezed so tightly, she jerked her hips back and forth frantically, whimpering. She loosened her grip on one of his hands and smacked her palm down onto his thigh in front of her, holding on and moving even faster, trying to not just keep up her pace but also the rhythm with her strokes.

But then the arm that wasn't bracing her wrapped around her midsection and she felt his chest crash into her back, and his lips were against her jaw just under her ear. She yelped our a surprised and wanton, "Oh, Chuck!" And a dreamy smile cascaded over her lips, her eyelids fluttering, as he bucked himself up against her.

He wrapped his lips against her earlobe and sucked on it, and when his teeth grazed her sensitive skin there, her body convulsed, and she came again.

She bit her lip to keep from crying out again, shutting her eyes tight, and she just kept grinding on him, reaching, reaching, reaching for him to find his own finish.

They moved together, thrusting, long and hard, their hands dragging over one another, Sarah moving his large palm to drape over her breast again, reveling in the feeling of his hot breath playing with the hair at her temple.

He gasped out words of encouragement, then slid his hands up her chest, holding onto her shoulders tight, his arms almost acting like a makeshift seatbelt. And he groaned into her hair and bounced himself up against her hard and fast again. She whimpered repeatedly, having to press her forearm against her mouth, trying so hard to control herself.

And then his body shook behind hers and he pressed his face to the crook of her shoulder, groaning, his voice rough as it bounced off the walls of the interior of the car, and she felt him come inside of her.

Sarah was so fixated on the feeling of the heat spilling inside of her, the pleasure that brought her in and of itself, that she hadn't noticed him let go of her shoulder until his fingers were pressed against her clitoris again. And as he thrusted up into her to continue to empty himself, he rubbed her in quick circles until she climaxed with him yet again.

It took some time for them both to come down from their highs, and when they did, they were both splayed against either end of the seat, their clothes back in place, covering them properly.

Sarah sent Chuck a sultry, supremely satisfied smirk, a half-lidded look plastered on his own face, awe stretching his handsome mouth into a dreamy smile. He looked absolutely ravished. Eaten alive. And so damn happy.

She imagined she looked the same.

"I ha—have…never…" He took a deep breath, trying to get some semblance of control over his breathing, and she related. "Never done that before."

"Me, neither," she admitted in a gasp, pushing her hands through her hair. She could feel how messy her hair had become in their quick, desperate coupling. And as she turned her wrist over, she realized it hadn't been as quick as she'd meant for it to be. They only had about ten minutes until they got to the town.

She blamed Chuck.

And then she grinned cockily as she silently amended she should be thanking him, not blaming him.

"What?" he panted. She hadn't meant for the grin to be so blatant. Oops. "What's that smile?"

"Nothing."

"I don't believe you."

She giggled, taking a deep breath. "We're almost in Saint-Raphaël and I was just thinking about how much longer that lasted than I thought it would." His eyes widened, as if surprised by the revelation. Apparently, he hadn't realized how long they'd gone at one another. "Your stamina is something else, nerd."

Chuck blushed bright red and she laughed, reaching over to pat his knee, the closest thing of his she could reach. "So how 'bout it? Do I look fit for proper society?" she asked.

"Honestly?"

"Yes." She gave him a dubious look at that.

"You look like an insanely beautiful goddess that would stop literally anyone in their tracks if they walked past you on the streets." She smiled slowly at him for that, but he continued. "But you also look like you just had wild sex in the back of a car."

Sarah cackled, covering her face with one hand, blushing. "So do you, for the record," she said around the laughter.

Chuck grabbed the front of his shirt and flapped it as if it was hot in there. And honestly, it was. She finally sat up from where she'd splayed herself and fixed herself up a bit more, taking a compact out of her purse and smiling warmly at the way Chuck took it from her and held it between them so that she could use both hands to take her hair out of the mess of a braid and quickly redo it to be neat again. She reapplied lipstick, then reached up to wipe it off of Chuck's face, his ear, his neck, and his jaw.

She giggled happily when he took her compact from her again and popped it open, using it to try to fix his curls.

By the time they were both presentable again, Agent Shaw had pulled the car into the roundabout in front of the resort.

Sarah didn't know what lie ahead. But now that the fun car ride was over, she knew she was going to have to be all business, while staying soft around Chuck so as not to make him suspicious.

This was going to be insanely difficult.

And she was already feeling like she might be nuts.


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