The Model Agent
By SarahsSupplyCloset
Author's Note: Still working on these stories! Thank you for the kind reviews.
Summary: Sarah Walker's modeling career is in its budding stages when the CIA recruits her into their ranks at 16. 10 years later, she's balancing being a world famous supermodel and actress with spying for the CIA. Her existence is fraught with danger and she's constantly on the go, until she meets a disarmingly sincere man on the beach...and her life is changed forever.
Disclaimer: I do not own CHUCK. I am not making any money writing this story.
He was in a semi-doze when he heard his phone vibrate. Somewhere.
Glancing around as best he could with the way she was using his shoulder for a pillow, taking a pretty deep midday nap, he finally spotted his phone on her nightstand. And thankfully his freakishly long arms came in handy. He was able to snatch it and pull it in close to him.
Sarah let out a breathy hum and snuggled in closer to him, her arm wrapping tighter around his torso and hugging him, but she didn't wake up. He ignored the tickle of her hair against his jaw and peered at his phone.
It was a text from Ellie.
"Hey do you have time for lil ol me this weekend? Miss you."
He smiled. "You just saw me a few days ago. But of course I always have time for you big sis."
"Pft coulda fooled me," she texted back with a wink emoji. "It's almost like your company took off, you left home AND me with that whole moving out business, you became a billionaire, and suddenly no time for the big sister."
"Oh shut up," he typed back with a smirk. "So dramatic. I see you like 3 times a week or more."
"I know. I'm just testing out this tone on you first before I use it on Devon. I want him to take a trip with me soon. I'm burnt out."
"Aw man. Burn out. I know it," he sent with a frown. "Tell him I said he promised to take good care of you when I moved out of the apt. That includes going on trips with you when you have burn out."
"See? Knew I could trust you."
"Always sis." He sent a wink. "This weekend then?"
"Oh too busy for a little chat over text with me, huh? Nice."
He bit his lip to keep from laughing and waking Sarah up. "That one was a little heavy-handed. Don't try that with Devon. He'll just roll his eyes."
"Damn. Ok thx for the honest feedback. Preciate you." Then he saw she was typing something else so he waited. "What are you up to right now anyway?"
Chuck looked down at the way the sheets were tangled at his naked waist, exposing one of his hipbones to the elements. Sarah was pressed close to his side, her bare figure touching him in all the right ways, hot skin against hot skin, his arm pinned between her torso and the mattress.
What was he up to?
Uhhhhh…
Acting as a pillow for a very naked supermodel/actress?
"Bet you can guess," he tried.
"Work of course."
He sighed. And then he texted a smile emoji at her. Was it lying technically? …Sure, yeah it was. But then it wasn't.
…Right?
"Talk to you later and we can figure out our dumb schedules," she sent then.
"Great! Love ya Ellie."
"Love you too."
He reached over to put his phone back on the nightstand.
He hated lying to the people he loved the most. But he also understood this arrangement and how important it was to Sarah Walker to keep the paparazzi who followed her the second she stepped outside from dogging him in the same way.
This was all worth it for her. But he wondered if she felt the same sort of guilt and ache that he felt, keeping him from her people. Sure, they'd only been seeing one another for a few weeks, few meaning on the lower side when people say a few.
This just felt so good.
Not just how often they'd been having sex, and how fantastic it was every time (at least since that first…issue they'd had, well he'd had.). But being in the same room as her and hearing her voice, her laugh in particular. The softness in her eyes when she looked at him sometimes, it all felt amazing.
He knew he wasn't some sob story with how much money and privilege he had, and he had the kind of money that meant he could go wherever he wanted and do whatever he wanted to seek out a slice of happiness. But he'd never felt this kind of happiness, and definitely not to such an intense degree.
Specifically in those quiet moments, between the tumbling over the bed, the sighing and moaning, the pleasured touches, Chuck felt his happiness was at its most intense. Their limbs tangled, noses brushing, blue eyes meeting brown. It wasn't even a contentment, it was just this all-encompassing happiness.
Chuck Bartowski was too scared to try to dissect that too much further. She was right about their schedules being difficult to work with. She'd be going off somewhere again, for a shoot or some TV show or something else. Or he'd have a conference somewhere. A one hour meeting that takes three hours to get to on a plane, and three hours to get back to LA again.
When he eventually left this surprisingly cozy house, he'd have to wait again to see her, he knew. But she was worth the wait. This was worth the wait.
And it was worth having to find ways to avoid telling his family, friends, employees, everybody that he was seeing someone who made him feel…the way he was feeling right now with her head pillowed on him, her arms tight around him.
They would continue to hide, keep this a secret. She would protect him from whatever her world would sick on him, drag him through. He would wait. He'd wait until this became strong enough that she felt like it could withstand their respective worlds. The spotlight. The scrutiny.
He heard a sound then that he knew wasn't his phone.
Sarah's phone was ringing. He didn't want to wake her up. She'd earned this. And he decided he'd earned this too, lying here with her in his arms, supreme satisfaction, his limbs feeling so loose and melty.
Wincing, he made a decision. He didn't want her to be upset she missed a phone call or anything, especially if it was about a part or some photoshoot she was eager to snag. So he gently nudged her with his body, craning his neck to press his lips to her temple, then her cheek. "Sarah," he breathed softly. "Hey…Sarah…?"
She pulled in a deep breath and her brow furrowed adorably. "Hmph…"
"Your phone is ringing. I didn't wanna wake you but I dunno if it's important."
Sarah blinked her eyes open and made a miserable little sound that made him tighten his arms around her. "Who would dare interrupt my nap?"
"Sorry," he said with a wince. "I don't want to be responsible for you missing a call that—"
"I didn't mean you," she giggled. "Whoever's on the phone. They're rude." She groaned a little and lifted her head from his shoulder, and he felt her hand squeeze his hip, making him shiver. "S'probably for the best," she mumbled. "I was sleeping too well. My body doesn't know what to do with itself when it actually gets a good nap. It's so used to sleep deprivation."
He chuckled. "I know the feeling." The phone stopped ringing then and he made an oops face. "You missed the call."
"Hm, I did, didn't I?" And then she smirked and slid her body even more on top of his, and he bit his lip, shivering again at how good it felt. Her skin was so smooth and hot to the touch. She tucked her face under his chin and kissed his neck. But only a minute later, she made a pitiable sound and pulled back. "I should go look and at least see who called, shouldn't I?"
"Up to you. Should I not wake you up next time? I feel bad now. I just didn't want you to be upset because it was a super big time part in another movie they were calling about and—"
"Please don't feel bad," she said, shaking her head as she pushed herself to sit up next to him, reaching up to stretch her arms over her head. That did amazing things to her shoulders, the muscles in her back. Her breasts and her waist and… God, she was the most perfect thing he'd ever seen. "Whether you woke me up or not, I'm not gonna be mad at you for it. Don't worry."
"Oh good. Thanks."
She giggled. "Just never answer my phone unless I expressly tell you to." She pointed a finger at him. "Do not. Answer."
Chuck held his hands up and gulped teasingly, but then he dropped his hands and smiled a little, nodding. "Noted. I won't touch your phone."
She smiled back at him and squeezed his knee over the sheets, then swiveled to put her feet down. "Ugh, floor is cold. Where are my slippers? And my robe."
Yawning, Chuck pointed towards the chair in the corner. "Robe over there, dunno about the slippers."
She eyed him as she got up and crossed the room completely naked to grab her robe, shrugging it on and tying it closed over her torso, pulling her long hair out of the collar and letting it flop to her back again. "You take a nap too?"
He shook his head, then reached up to fold his hands under it, yawning again and squirming deliciously in her comfortable bed. "No. Not really."
"Why not?" she asked. A salacious look crossed her beautiful face then. "For a while there, you were doing most of the work."
"Wowwwww okay." He whistled. She giggled again, stepping into slippers she found near her dresser. "I think I still had too much adrenaline to fall asleep."
"After all that, you still had adrenaline?" She fully laughed this time, finding her phone and grabbing it. "I mean this in the nicest way possible, Chuck Bartowski, but you're a beast."
He cracked up. His laughter faded a little as her grin dropped into a bit of a frown. She worried her lip between her teeth. "You okay? It's not bad news, is it?" He pushed himself to sit up.
"No, no. It isn't." She smiled at him. "Just someone I wasn't expecting to hear from. You mind if I step out there and take this?" She motioned at the balcony.
"Of course not. I-I can leave the room if you want to—I mean you don't have to leave. I can."
She gave him a look. "Stay. I'm just gonna be a minute."
He nodded and watched her unlock the sliding glass door, step outside, and shut it securely behind her. He heard the suction of the door shutting tight and her voice was totally obliterated as she brought the phone to her ear and talked to whoever it was. He let himself be curious as he laid back down and watched her shoulders hunch as she hugged herself with one arm.
+ —
She heard the distant ringing, and finally, an even more distant click of the phone being answered.
"Well, if it isn't our shooting star."
"Hi, Dad. How are you? Doing okay?"
"Totally fine. Yep. I was wondering, darlin', uhhh… Listen, I've got a little bit of a favor to ask."
Of course he did. How much money did he want this time?
"What happened?" she asked, feeling that usual stab of an ache in her chest. "Oh nothin' happened! Nothing. Always with the tone of disappointment and a lack of faith," he tried to tease. "Didn't I give ya everything you asked for when you were a kiddo? You got the pony, that little pink Barbie car you buzzed around the driveways in," he chuckled. "And then when you were 15, I got you a real car, didn't I?"
"I know, Dad. I'd normally be good to chat for a while but I'm kind of in the middle of something…" She turned to look back inside through the glass. She could see Chuck in her bed, leaning back against the pillows, his eyes shut, a content smile on his face. She wanted to be back in that bed snuggled up with him rather than out here in the chilly wind having her dad ask her for a "loan" again. It never came back to her. And she knew it. This time would be no different.
"It's not one of those model guys, I hope."
"Dad, come on…" she groused, making him laugh sincerely. "I'm an adult. You don't get to say crap about the men I'm seeing."
"You'll always be my little girl, though."
She rolled her eyes. "Dads say that to their grown daughters all the time and it never gets less annoying. I'm 26 not 12."
"Fiiiine fine."
"But I do have some work I need to get done so…"
"Right, right, get the show on the road. Got the message, darlin'." There was a long pause then. "Your mother and I are having some, erm…problems."
"You two are always having problems, and yet I still haven't seen either of your lawyers roll out the divorce papers."
"It's hard to let go."
Of the money. Her mother separated from her father so that she didn't have to be tied to a man who got his money through ill means, and she still used that ill-begotten money, money she wouldn't get if she did divorce Jack Walker.
"We have a property in Palm Springs. You know the one. Well, it…it's been hard to keep up."
"Hmm…you mean the property with the swimming pool in the middle of the Mojave Desert? You don't say," she drawled sarcastically.
Jack ignored her. "We want to sell it. Get it off our hands, focus on other things. But the realtor insists it won't sell at its deserved value unless we do some renovations. Now we're fine, your mom and I. But it would take a lot of stress off of us if, erm, we had a little help up front."
"You want me to pay for the renovations," she said, seeing this coming a mile away. "And mom knows you're asking me this?" There was a long pause. "There's my answer," she chirped. "Mom doesn't know how deep in the red you are, does she?"
"I'm not in the red. It's just some up front money, a loan. That's all. And when all of this is said and done, and we've sold the property, we'll give it back to you."
Sarah sighed and leaned one hand on the railing, hunching forward and shutting her eyes. "Fine. I'll help. But when I was a kid looking up to the both of you, you need to know that I never ever thought I'd see the day when I became my parents' personal bank. Only banks go after you when you don't pay them back, don't they? So maybe I'm not a bank and instead I'm just a sucker."
"You aren't a sucker for helping your parents out, darlin'."
"Fine. I'll help pay for your renovations so you can sell the Palm Springs property, but there are conditions. One, I want to go and see the state of it for myself, and I want to oversee the renovations."
"But…"
"And two," she spoke over him. "Mom needs to know I'm paying. She needs to know I'm paying for a lot of things, Dad."
"Sarah, she can't—"
"She doesn't know how much debt you have, and neither of you are living like you have debt, and it's all going to blow up in your faces. And the shittiest thing is she isn't going to know…unless you tell her. I'm not saying confess it all, it's YOUR marriage." And a broken one at that. "But at least tell her I'm paying for the renovations. Where that conversation goes from there is up to you."
"Look, darlin'. This…marriage is hanging on by a thread, okay? And you and your mom, you're…all I care about. The two of you are the only real thing I got. Only thing I haven't completely wrecked." He sounded so sure about that.
She was immune to this line of manipulation now. It had worked for so many years and she'd been bitten too many times, and she'd learned from that. So she just let him get it all out of his system.
And when he was done…
"It isn't my job to save your marriage with Mom. That's your job. Those are my two conditions. I oversee the renovation, you tell mom I'm paying for it. Are we agreed?"
He sighed heavily. "Fine. Agreed."
"Good. Thanks for the call, Dad. I'll have my people contact your people about the details."
"Did you really just say that to me?"
"I did." She smirked. "Talk to you soon."
"Yeah yeah. Hey!" She stopped pulling the phone from her ear to hang up. "Still there?"
"Yep."
"Thanks, kiddo. Really, Sarah. Thanks for coming through for your ol' dad."
"You're welcome. But you need to know that I'm not just giving you money anymore. There are going to be strings attached from here on out."
"I won't be doing this again, I swear. I've got a new opportunity I'm looking into and it's gonna fix all my problems."
Oh, great.
"That sounds ominous."
"It isn't, I swear. On the up and up." That usually meant it wasn't. "Talk to ya later, darlin'."
She hung up and gave herself a few moments, took some deep breaths, and she glanced over her shoulder at Chuck again. She wasn't going to let yet another frustrating phone call ruin her time with him. It wasn't happening. This was just her dad being her dad, nothing too surprising there. And at least she would have control in this situation. And she'd given him the ultimatum. She'd be checking to make sure he told her mom, too. It was all fine.
Well, it wasn't.
Her dad was a grifter, a swindler, a con man. And her mom was separating herself from it but only far enough that she could still use those credit cards freely. That whole family dynamic, her included she knew, was fucked up. But it was what it was.
And this thing with Chuck had the potential to be something less fucked up. The man still lying in her bed, yawning, stretching his arms over his head, had the potential to be something special in her life. If she could figure out how to toe this line in a way that wasn't unfair to him.
That meant getting better at keeping secrets, and figuring out what she could let him in on. Could she trust him with the phone call she'd just had? She thought she could.
Was it unfair she had to go through these hoops with every guy she dated? Yeah. Probably.
And still, when she went back inside and he turned his head to smile at her, she merely smiled back and shrugged. "Just some trivial family business. I could've just ignored it. Oh well."
"Trivial family business, huh? I, um…don't…know much about your family."
"Nothing too crazy," she said with a shrug. "Just typical nuclear family, I guess. Mom, dad, kid." She poked herself in the chest, put her phone on her nightstand, and she crawled back onto the bed, leaning back against the pillows. "Thanks for letting me dash off for a few minutes, though."
My dad just needed help with something, she could've said. And at worst, he would've asked 'with what?' And she could just make something up. No big deal. He'd accept it. They'd move on. But she skipped all that, and instead, she turned and swung her leg over him, straddling him, and she straightened her legs and torso so that she was looking down at him, delicately lowering her hands to his shoulders.
"Oh. Anytime," he mumbled, grinning toothily, his hands wrapping around her legs and rubbing up and down her thighs deliciously, his fingers even wandering under the hem of the robe she wore.
She could see it in his face. Even though he was turned on, he also had a bit of curiosity and worry flickering in his beautiful amber-colored eyes, and she knew he wanted to ask if she was okay, if the phone call upset her. Something like that. Because he cared about her.
But it was his genuine care for her that made her want him to touch her, make love to her, more than she wanted the questions, or to answer those questions. She didn't know if she was capable of letting him in enough to tell him her family situation.
She was capable of letting him in physically, though.
So she moved her fingers to the tie on her robe, but right before she pulled it to untie it, his fingers landed on hers. And thank God, that look of worry and wondering if he should ask more was gone, the desire taking over. He shifted her fingers out of the way and he untied it himself, letting her robe flutter open to reveal her naked body beneath. He touched her exactly the way she wanted, fingertips grazing over her stomach just under her bellybutton, stroking lower and lower, teasing her, and his other hand moving up to close his palm around one of her breasts, squeezing in a way that made her whimper.
He trapped her nipple between two fingers and pulled just slightly, a shiver going through her, and her body jolted to life as the fingers of his other hand slid all the way down between her legs and pressed down against her clitoris.
"Chuck!" she gasped, her jaw falling open as she gaped down at him.
Her body was crying out for more as she bit her lip and watched the determination in his face as he took her statuesque form in hungrily, squeezing her breast again and starting to rub her clit in slow circles.
She lowered herself then, pressing her weight into his lap, nothing but the bunched up sheets between them, and she watched his hunger increase, his tongue darting out to lick his lips as his gaze dropped to stare as she began to grind herself against him.
"S-Sarah…"
Sarah leaned forward and pressed her lips to his, capturing his mouth in a long, heated kiss, even as she continued to thrust into him. He squeezed her breast again, and she found his fingers between her legs once more, his fingers finding jackpot and rubbing there.
She tasted his tongue against hers, whimpering, and she cupped his head in both hands, dragging her fingers into his hair and tugging. He groaned as she sped her hips up, really grinding on him.
She could feel a certain raw sensation rising in her, a vulnerability she needed to go away. And the only way she knew how to push it away was to break the kiss, lift herself off of his lap, and grab the sheets to yank them down to his knees, revealing his hardness to her. She'd felt it before, but she wanted to feel more, so much more.
Sarah needed Chuck inside of her again. As if everything else they'd done to each other even just this morning let alone last night too didn't count.
All she knew was what her body needed, and her heart needed some mending, and her brain some quieting down.
This was the only remedy.
But those eyes of his had a way of looking at her, especially when he met her gaze, that sometimes made that vulnerability rear its head, as if he was connecting with her heart and her heart was begging her brain to let him in, to tell him things she'd never told anybody else.
So she gave him a mischievous look, and, desperate for the wild pleasures she knew they were both capable of, she turned around to face the foot of the bed and swung her leg over to straddle him again.
"Oh…oh my God," he breathed. She didn't think she heard a negative tone in there, just surprise.
She was surprising herself, honestly.
But still, she reached down between her legs and blindly looked for him, her fingers grazing over his thighs, until they found his cock. Wrapping her fingers around him, she began to pump him in her fist, hearing him whimper, his body melting into the mattress beneath them. Then she stopped and poised him at her entrance, turning to glance back at him over her shoulder, an eyebrow raised in question.
Chuck nodded eagerly, so eagerly she could practically hear his brain knocking around in his skull.
Turning back, she shut her eyes and she eased him inside of her, lowering herself into his lap and sighing in a whimper.
She heard Chuck whisper a curse, his hands moving to her waist and holding on. It felt different. He touched her in different places. The angle was new and delicious. And as she began to ride him, slow and methodical at first, just to get used to the newness of the sensations, she found it was much, much more than delicious.
It was magnificent.
She ground her hips forward, but when she shifted back again, he pressed right up against her g-spot.
"Nnng…oh Chuck," she whimpered, repeating it over and over again, keeping her eyes shut and gyrating her hips back and forth to allow herself to feel and enjoy just how amazing he was.
"Saraaah," he ground out through a clenched jaw. She heard the click of his teeth, the tightness in his voice. His fingers dug into her hipbones and she knew this had to feel good for him, the sounds he was making, the desperation in his grip on her.
Sarah reached out blindly and smacked her hand onto his thigh just above his knee, holding on tight, hunching forward, and speeding up her thrusts. She made her back thrusts harder, his cock thumping against her g-spot, and she could feel a climax quickly approaching.
When it crashed over her, she cried out, but that vulnerability was still there, the need for him to take it away, make her feel things that pushed the rest of the feelings out of her altogether and replaced it with pure physical pleasure. So she sat up straight again, reaching back to brace one hand on his hard abs, the other on his thigh in front of her, and she started to jerk herself on his cock.
Chuck cursed and groaned. One of his hands left her hip and she heard a loud thump behind her. Even as she jerked fast and hard, she glanced over her shoulder to see what the sound was. He'd let go of her with one hand to slam it against the headboard of her bed, holding on for dear life, and his face had crumbled in sheer ecstasy, his brow furrowed, nose pinched, jaw having fallen open.
His sizzling gaze flicked up from her ass to look into her blue eyes and he sat up. No, he more lunged for her, wrapping his arms around her torso, his chest against her back, and she saw him brace his heels against the mattress so that he could meet her thrusts from below.
"Ooohhh!" she moaned, slapping her hands onto his forearms that were clamped around her, and holding on so tight her nails dug into him. She didn't notice, and he didn't seem to either, as they began to thrust together, sitting up, her back to his chest, his lips pressed to the underside of her jaw from behind. "Yes, Chuck!" She cried out, tilting her head to the side to give him access as she kissed her, then licked along the line of her jaw.
It was when she felt his teeth gently close down over her jawline that her body froze, and an orgasm she hadn't even noticed building cascaded through her. "Ahhhh!"
She was still recuperating from the powerful finish when she felt his hand close around her breast again, and she was ready for him to continue, marveling at his ability to multitask, but then he laid back against the pillows, and with his arms around her, she had no choice but to follow, her body draped fully on top of his.
Sarah wasn't even close to ready for how he shifted inside of her, pressed tight against her front wall, her g-spot singing at the constant contact. And she was even less prepared for him to bend his legs on either side of her, brace his feet against the mattress, and began bouncing himself up into her.
"Oh my God!" she cried out, grabbing his thigh in one hand and holding onto his forearm around her in the other, rendered nearly powerless by the position, and by how mind-blowingly intense the pleasure was.
His hand moved up from her breast to curl his fingers around her shoulder, holding onto her for dear life as he went to town.
Sarah lost count, she lost track of time. All she knew was that she tipped over the edge more than three times in that position, and he just kept going, cradling her, breathing encouragement into her ear even as he was the one doing the work.
He finally must've run out of gas then, because he stopped, his legs flattening again, his breaths coming out in labored gasps.
She had just enough of her senses left to slowly lift herself off of him and flop to the side, laughing breathily and burying her face in the pillow she'd landed on. Turning to glance over her shoulder, she saw that Chuck was still on his back, gasping for breath, beaming up at the ceiling.
And he hadn't finished.
Without thinking twice about it, she rolled towards him again, threw her leg over to straddle him, facing him this time, and she sat heavily in his lap, humming in pleasure.
Chuck looked up at her reverently, touching her again, as if marveling at the softness of her skin, the curves of her form.
She laid down on his chest, reached up to brace herself with the headboard, and grabbed him by his hip with the other hand, using her knees on either side of him to start to gyrate. Her body grinding on top of his, she cried out and threw her head back. Even as she focused on his pleasure, squeezing his hip in time with her thrusts, really trying to pull him in as deep as was physically possible so that he was totally surrounded by her, it still felt so incredible.
Sarah wrapped herself around him and kept going, burying her face in the crook of his shoulder, kissing him there, feeling his arms encircle her and hug her even tighter to him. She whimpered and thrusted hard into his lap, both of them gasping in pleasure.
She moved up his body just enough to grab his face and pull him into a ravenous kiss, riding him with long, hard strokes of her hips, cradling his head in her hands. And she dragged a hand up into his hair, twisting her fingers in his curls, and she felt him shudder underneath her.
He broke the kiss and groaned her name, whimpering, his hands twitching as he clung to her muscles, and she felt him come inside of her.
His hand covered one of her ass cheeks and squeezed. Sarah's eyes snapped open and his gaze met hers. A thrill went through her, even as she felt something deep inside tingle, something that had lain dormant for…her whole life.
And as they both came down from the ultimate high, she let him cradle her tightly to his chest. She pushed all thoughts but him out of her mind, and she embraced the intensity, as scary as it was.
+ —
"Sure I can't do something to help?"
She glanced at him over her shoulder and smiled, then shook her head. "I'm good." She stopped what she was doing, brushed off her hands, and turned to raise an eyebrow at him, leaning back against the counter. "What, you think the supermodel can't make a couple of grilled cheese sandwiches?"
He could see the teasing glint in her eyes, but he wanted to be sure. So he narrowed his eyes and scoffed. "I know better than that."
"Good," she said quietly, smirking. With one more flirtatious look, she turned back and he was able to just watch her move around in her space, her kitchen, opening her drawers, her cupboards, putting her pan on her stove. "I actually love when I have time to cook," she admitted just as quietly, interrupting the companionable silence. "It's kinda comforting."
"Especially cooking a grilled cheese. Comfort food."
She smiled, turning back to grab the loaf of bread and walk it over to the counter closer to him and setting it down. "It is, isn't it?"
"Mhmmm."
He watched as she pulled four slices of bread out and tossed them onto the plates. There was a tell-tale clinking sound as they landed and she looked up sheepishly to meet his curious gaze.
"Yeah, um…we wouldn't have bread for grilled cheese right now if I hadn't tossed this loaf in the freezer the last time I went grocery shopping. Which was…oh crap, probably before the New York City trip."
"It's okay," he chuckled. "Frozen bread works just fine."
"Maybe I'll stick it in the toaster first. It has a defrost option."
"Well, that's cool." His eyes followed her as she moved to do that. His gaze settled on the brand name on the side of the toaster then. "Those Germans know how to make a good toaster. Always need a defrost option for situations such as this."
She grinned at him, pushed the tab down, and came back to stand in front of him, leaning her elbows on the counter so that her face was only a foot or so away from his. "What's it like to go to a grocery store and just, like, pick things out and put them in your basket without tabloids snapping photos of what you're buying and printing surveys asking their readers if they think you're on some kind of a diet?"
His eyes widened. "Wait. Seriously? They do that?" She nodded. "That's so disgusting." She nodded again and shrugged as if saying 'what can ya do'. "No wonder it's been so long since you went grocery shopping."
Sarah giggled. "Mostly I've just been too busy and lazy. I've had a lot on my plate. This is the first real break I've had since I got back and I prefer to use this break getting some quality time with a certain nerd. Grocery shopping can wait."
"Heeeeey." He grinned back at her hard, feeling his nose wrinkling. And she giggled again, seeming charmed. His grin dropped and he frowned, giving her a green-eyed look. "Now who the hell is this nerd you're getting quality time with? What the heck?"
Laughing, she shook her head and moved to replace the bread that just popped up with the other slices, moving to start buttering the slices she took out. "I dunno, he's pretty cute for a guy from the tech industry. He doesn't put on those I'm-Sciencey-And-That-Automatically-Makes-Me-Better-Than-You airs some of the other guys do."
Chuck made a 'humph' sound. "You be careful with this guy. Bet he wants you to THINK he doesn't feel that way, but he does feel that way. TheyALL do. So full of themselves. Oooh you're so special, tap-tap-tapping on your keyboard…" He made clicking sounds with his tongue on his teeth and pretended to type. "Computer schmomputer."
Sarah laughed so hard she snorted, ducking her head and building the sandwiches, a blush on her cheeks. He giggled at her and got a faux-glare. "I don't think he's faking it. I think he has a lot of money, and guys with that much money don't really have to fake anything to get what they want." She finally lifted her gaze to meet his, and she brought the knife up to her tongue, licking a bit of the butter off of the tip, not breaking his gaze for a moment.
A shiver went through him. That gesture had felt almost…dangerous. And why was that so Goddamn sexy?
Jesus Christ.
He cleared his throat, trying to compose himself. "I guess so. But come on, Sarah…a nerd? A tech head? Someone who's constantly buried in some computery nonsense? Bet he can't even tell a woman from a machine."
"Oh he can," she replied immediately, and the look on her face became supremely satisfied, almost SMUG actually. That was more than gratifying. "If he knows his way around a machine half as well as he knows his way around a woman's body, it's no wonder he's been so successful in the tech industry." She smirked at him.
Chuck gaped at her. "I'm not sure how I feel about you talking like this about some other dude."
Sarah leaned in even closer, the neckline of the large button-up she wore drooping to reveal her breasts underneath. She'd groused about the prospect of putting on a bra again and there was no way he was gonna tell her what to wear or what to do, but he was working really hard not to look down her shirt. He was only human. And very, very straight. And hot-blooded apparently. Because he felt a twinge between his legs AGAIN from how close she was, and this delicious flirting they were doing.
"Deal with it," she said breathily, smirking harder.
He whistled low and she let out a bubbly giggle, tapping him on his nose and moving back to keep making their food. Something occurred to him then. "Hey, you know what? I'm a really good grocery shopper. Everyone says so." That made her laugh, sending him an affectionate look as he smiled happily at the sound of her laughter. "Why don't I do it for ya? Last night, in between the…ahem, well…the…"
"Mind-blowing sex?" she offered nonchalantly.
"Jesus, now I feel like an immature teenager. You really just said it so easily. Why am I struggling so hard? Sex. Sex. See? That's so easy. We had lots and lots of sex. And we were talking in between all of the really good sex. Now I'm overdoing it a little, though, huh? Talking about how much sex we're having…?" She wrinkled her nose and tilted her head, still amused and hopefully charmed by the whole thing. "Right. So in a calm moment between fantastic sex sessions," he started, and she laughed, her head falling back. He continued. "You mentioned that you don't have much on your plate for a little bit, right? So you're gonna be at home, and you're gonna need food to eat. I can go to the store and buy things you need. Nobody will know ME while I'm at the store. Nobody's gonna do surveys on whether I'm on a diet. Both 'cuz I'm not a super famous model actress, and because I'm not a woman."
Sarah raised her eyebrows and snapped her fingers, pointing at him. "Hit the nail on the head with that one."
"What do ya say? I can go after we eat. It'll take me a half hour…hour at the most with driving time depending on where your preferred store is. You give me a list of things you want, I'll buy them at the grocery store, bring 'em back, and you'll be stocked for a while. Without being…the other kind of stalked that's spelled differently."
She let out a hum of amusement, and he supposed he deserved the flat look for the dorky pun. Then she shook her head, brow furrowed. "You're not my assistant, Chuck. Or my errand boy. Even if we did make that joke in New York. I'm not making you go to the store for me."
"Right. You aren't making me, 'cuz I'm offering. I wanna do it for you."
"That's very sweet, but no. No thank you. I'm not sending the guy I'm seeing to the grocery store so I don't have to deal with the usual stupid shit I deal with when I go into public."
"I won't push." He sighed. But then he winced, "Except I'll say one last thing." She sent him an amused look. "I can go to the grocery store and you can take a long, hot bath like you said you wanted this morning—again between the bouts of sex. It's a win-win, too. 'Cuz I need a few things."
"You're not just saying that to get me to agree to this?" She bit her lip. "A long bath does sound kinda good."
"Ehhhh?" He stuck his hands out to the sides. "Want me to get some groceries from the store for you?"
She seemed on the verge of relenting. "I'm trying to figure out if there's some ulterior motive going on here, or if you're just this sweet."
Chuck wondered if he should be candid with her here. Or would that be too much? Too intense?
Fuck it.
"What if I have an ulterior motive, and I'm sweet?"
She chuckled. "I suppose both could be possible. But I am curious about this ulterior motive." Sarah raised an eyebrow and tossed the cheese sandwiches into the pan, placing the cover over them. In a few minutes, those cheese sandwiches would be beautiful grilled cheeses. His stomach grumbled in anticipation.
"Honestly?" She nodded. He winced. "This provides me with an opportunity to go home, get some reinforcements of the clothes variety so that I don't have to wear any more of your driver's clothes because I don't want him to hate me, without busting up this really, really good time we're spending together right now. I go get you groceries on top of that, and it means I've gotta come back here and you have to let me into your home again to carry those groceries in, and then I can finagle some way to get you to wanna keep me here just a little while longer," he finished breathily.
She was staring at him and he couldn't read the look on her face. He had no idea if he was doing this wrong, if he was fucking it up. Maybe he should've kept his dumb mouth shut.
And then she bit her lip and lifted the lid to the pan, setting it to the side and grabbing a spatula to flip the grilled cheese. She put the lid back on again and slowly lifted her eyes back to him. "I do not understand the way your mind works. But it knocks me on my ass every single time you come up with this incredibly sweet stuff you say to me."
He paused. "You liked that?"
"Oh, I liked that." She bit her lip and looked down. "If I wasn't so hungry for food right now, I would've walked around this stove, out of the kitchen, and climbed you like a Goddamn tree, Mr Bartowski."
He let out a slow breath, then cleared his throat. "Maybe we can…keep that energy…through the…grilled cheese eating…and you can climb me later? Just a thought. A suggestion, really."
Sarah laughed and shook her head. "I like you a lot."
Chuck beamed. "So…you gonna make me a list for after we eat?"
"We're going to eat, I'm gonna make good on this…energy…" She gave him a truly hot look and it felt extremely warm in this room suddenly. "And then…I'll make the list. If you're sure," she added.
"I'm positive. Yes. I wanna go. Get the groceries. Not GO go. I don't wanna GO go."
"Yeah, you made that pretty clear, Mr. Honesty. You sweet nerd." She reached over and ruffled his hair.
He wondered if she was serious about the whole energy thing, and he thought…maybe she wasn't, and he got a pass to spend more time with this woman, so there was no damn way he'd complain about it if she wasn't.
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She was serious about the energy. She was so serious about the energy.
And the grilled cheese had given her even more energy.
The moment Chuck slipped his plate into the dishwasher and turned to ask her about the shopping list, Sarah was right there on top of him, her lips smashing into his, hands grappling at the hem of his shirt.
Chuck joined in almost immediately, grinning against her kiss, making her giggle breathily. And he peeked behind her at the countertop in her kitchen, eyeing a nice corner of it that didn't have crumbs on it, before he grabbed her by her hips and walked her back towards it.
When she bumped into the counter, she moaned, and he felt her teeth knock his as she grinned.
Her hands were skillful in the way they dipped into his pants. And he felt her fingers grace his already hardening member, which made him shiver deliciously.
"Nnhnn," he whimpered against her lips, nodding, making her giggle again.
Chuck reached under her button up and let her feel his own fingers make patterns on her soft, warm skin, and he dragged them lower, lower, lower still…hooking his fingers in the waistband of her panties, he tugged them down to her knees. She sent him a pleased, wide-eyed look, and then she shoved at his pants, at his boxers.
She stepped out of her panties and had him out of his pants and the boxers she'd managed to tuck under, out of the way, and she had him in her hand, pumping her fist slowly as he whimpered and sighed her name into her ear, moving his lips to her neck, her throat.
"Now," she whined. "Please…"
Chuck didn't need to be begged twice. He slipped his hands under her ass and hoisted her up against the edge of the counter, and he stepped in between her legs. She sent him a sizzling look, her blue eyes filled with desire, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth.
And he watched her face crumble in pleasure, her jaw falling open, as he entered her with one measured thrust.
Sarah's arms wrapped around his shoulders and hugged him tight to her. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, kissing her there, and he began to thrust. He was slow at first, making sure each of his strokes went as deep as possible, letting her feel every bit of the sensations. And letting himself feel them too.
But soon he could feel a change in her touch, the way her fingers were starting to dig into the muscles of his upper back. She was getting desperate. She was hungry.
So he began to thrust faster, harder. Sarah let out a whimper and let go of him with one hand, grappling for the edge of the counter to hold onto it. And when that didn't seem to suffice, she let go again and reached up behind her to slap her hand against the cupboard, bracing herself as she threw her head back and gasped.
"Yes, Chuck! Oh, yes…"
Her legs tightened around his waist and her other hand moved up into his curls, tangling her fingers in his hair, gripping on tight. He whimpered, opening his mouth against her jaw as she gasped again.
He let go of her for a moment, even as he continued his swift, hard thrusts, and he popped a few buttons of her shirt open, before he shifted the cotton out of his way and hunched down to capture the nipple he revealed between his lips.
"Ohh!"
Sarah's breathless, whimpering laugh spurred him on and he gazed her nipple with his teeth, making her body jolt, meeting one of his particularly hard thrusts. They both cried out in ecstasy and Sarah pulled his hair in a tight fist.
Chuck winced, pulling his face back to look up at her through his eyelashes. She was staring back at him with a furious passion, her blue eyes snapped with purple, her jaw clenched. He flicked her nipple with his tongue teasingly one last time, then straightened to his full height again, draping his hand over her breast instead and massaging as he put all of his efforts into what he was doing with his hips.
Sarah's mouth fell open in awe and she shut her eyes tight. Chuck slid his other hand up to tangle in her hair, grasping onto the back of her head and holding her steady as he sped up his movements even more.
"Nnn hnnn," she whimpered in encouragement. "Oh yeah! Almost…al—"
Her body tensed then and her voice became high-pitched as she let out a wanton sound, her thighs quaking around him as she climaxed. He hugged her with both arms and slowed down his thrusts, digging deep, wanting to make the waves of her pleasure continue for as long as possible.
Sarah groaned, hugging him back, turning her face into his hair. "Oh, Chuck…Chuck…"
He gasped her name against her ear and held onto her securely as she finally whimpered and let her forehead fall to his shoulder.
"Oh my God…" she whispered, and he heard a grin in the whisper.
Chuck moved to step back from her but she stopped him, and she did it in a way that made his eyes nearly pop out of his head. He felt her open palm slap down on his ass cheek and squeeze.
"Keep going," she breathed. "I want you to finish…"
He pulled back just enough to look into her face, gasping out a, "R'you sure?" and cupping her face tenderly. "B'cause I'm okay. I'm fine—"
"I'm sure. Please keep going…"
And her fingers tightened in the muscles of his ass cheek, pulling him deep inside of her again. Chuck whimpered, hugging her even tighter, and he nodded desperately. "Keep…keep your hand there, that's… yes, please…"
She giggled, and the giggle ended in a moan as he dove in and began to move against her again. Only this time, there was a certain intensity to it. And he knew it started with him, but she was catching on as well, and soon, he found her slapping her hand down on the edge of the counter and tightening her legs around him, using both gestures as leverage so that she could roll her hips to meet his thrusts.
It was the hottest thing a woman had ever done, and through it all she kept his ass in her palm, squeezing tight, pulling him in.
He felt it building quickly, and he heard his own whimpers increasing, never losing even a bit of the intensity that sprouted between them.
And when he came, it was like a volcano had erupted behind his belly button. "Ohhh Saraaahh!" He cursed, clinging to her tightly, his breathing ragged, dotted with rough whimpers. He didn't even really know what the sounds were that he was making. Only that no one had ever made him feel this good. Ever.
Soon, he found himself just standing there with her, panting for air, unable to catch his breath properly.
Sarah giggled and finally lowered her legs from around him, and he took it as a sign, carefully pulling out of her and helping her off of the counter to her own two feet. They dressed, Chuck taking his sweet time about it and then he found he could only stand with his palms braced on the counter, his head falling forward, still trying to remember how to freaking breathe.
"Holy shit," he finally panted. "Holy fuggin' shit that was intense…"
She sidled up to his shoulder and pressed her face against his jaw. Her teeth grazed him as she grinned, and then he felt her place a long kiss there. "Is…that okay?"
"Uh…yeah!" He gave her his best DUH look and she giggled again.
And because he was too enamored, too obsessed with the feeling of having her against him, touching him, he fell into her and kissed her. And the kissing became making out, and the making out started gaining some heat, to the point where he finally had to pull back, literally let go of her, and put a few feet between them.
She gave him a thoroughly amused look as he told her he was going to change back into his clothes if she wanted to make up a grocery list. The plan solidified, he dashed away from her as best he could with how much his legs felt like jelly, hearing her laughter follow him out of the room.
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