A/N: I've done one kinda similar to this, but not exactly, but I'm guessing as long as it's Charah you really don't care.

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck

"Who taught you how to flirt?" she asked him, or more accurately the top of his head. He lifted his head that had been buried in his arms. They were out together at a club. Sarah had wanted to go, but didn't want to go alone, so she asked Chuck to go. Chuck found he couldn't say no to Sarah.

"No one, actually," Chuck said, a far off look on his face. "I mean, I think Morgan tried…."

"Explains a lot," Sarah said, reaching over and rubbing the back of her friend's neck. "Okay, look at me." Chuck turned to her. "I'm going to do you a solid and help you out."

"Sarah," Chuck began.

"Listen, I've heard every line in the book, and some are horrible, and others are worse, but it's how you say things that matter, and all you need to do is be you," Sarah told him. "Who wouldn't want to date you?"

"It's not a first date I have trouble with, it's everything after that," Chuck told her. "Listen, I need a laugh, so, will you tell me some of the funnier things people have said to you."

She studied him a second, and then grinned. "I'll flirt them at you," she countered.

"But what if you take my breath away doing so?" Chuck asked.

"See, you can do this," Sarah said to him. He shrugged. "Chuck, you can."

"Eh, it was just with you, having fun, and honestly, I was just telling the truth." She lifted an eyebrow. "Sarah, come on, you are so perfect. You're kind, your funny, your insanely attractive…of course if you flirted with me, you'd take my breath away."

"Well, I hope you have your inhaler you asthmatic," she began, making him laugh. She sobered up, pushed a lock of hair behind her ear, and gave him a look. "Why don't we hug and see how perfect we fit together." Chuck giggled and nodded. "You like that?"

"I do, that's a great line," Chuck admitted. "But I know you've had better."

"Okay," she said. She reached over and took his hand and looked into his eyes. "My mother always told me to follow my dreams," she said softly and sincerely. Chuck was glad he was sitting down, because there was something in just the tenor of her voice that made his knees week. "I don't want to look like a stalker, so is it okay, if I just take you hand," she gave it a little squeeze. "And walk beside you?"

"Jesus," Chuck choked out, making her laugh. "Damn, that's good. That's real good. How are you single?"

She moved another lock of hair behind her ear, and moved closer. "I think destiny wants us to be together and you should never argue with destiny," she said in a low voice.

He shook his head. "I mean, who would argue with destiny?"

"Want to go to a museum with me and make paintings look jealous with your beauty?" she continued.

"I don't think I'm that pretty…or would that be beautiful, I-" he stammered

"You know, they say honesty is the best policy, so to be perfectly honest, I want to spend many more days with you….and nights."

"Wow, have they turned up the heat in here?" he asked, adjusting his collar. He swore he saw the slightest smirk on her face. He was about to tell her she had proven her point when she began to speak again.

"I'm an organ donor, but you really took away my heart faster than I thought."

"Uh, Sarah."

"You must be the reason for global warming because you're hot," she said.

"Uh, actually, that's primarily because of too much carbon dioxide in the atmosphere," Chuck replied, thanking God for being a nerd. He knew he had asked to see what all had been said to her, but it was a little much. Didn't she realize how amazing she was, and to be saying those words to him, the way she was…didn't she know what it was doing to him? Or worse, did she know and now was doing it on purpose?

"Nice," Sarah said. "Have you got any?"

"I mean…"

"Chuck, just hit me with it," Sarah told him. "This is all for fun…right?"

It was, wasn't it? He gulped. "Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?"

She smiled at him. "It did. I ripped my wings off to fall faster, to be more aerodynamic, to get to you quicker, but it was totally worth it."

He gulped audibly. She moved even closer.

"I heard that you can determine how well you fit together with another person by kissing them. Want to skip the small talk and see if we're compatible? Well, do you…Chuck?" She emphasized the "k" and moved even closer to him.

"Sarah….listen, this has been an education, but it's getting hard for me to separate you showing me how to versus this being real so-"

"Chuck, are you saying you want to kiss me?" Sarah asked.

"Of course I do," Chuck told her. And that's when he stopped talking. He might have stopped breathing as well. He wasn't sure. His mind had quit working, because Sarah Walker was kissing the holy hell out of him, and he loved it. He had dreams in the past of her kissing him, and boy had they underperformed compared to the real thing. She slowly moved away, not breaking eye contact. "Holy shit," he muttered.

"Was that okay?" she asked softly.

"It was," Chuck said. "In fact, it was amazing."

"Was there anything wrong with it?" Sarah asked.

"I mean, other than it ending, no," Chuck began, and then again, he lost the ability to make words, because she was kissing him again. When she moved away this time, she had a grin on her face. "Sarah?" he began. The smile she was giving him….it made him feel as warm inside as the kiss she had just given him. "Sarah…"

"Chuck, I'm tired of flirting with people that I don't care about," Sarah told him. "I'm tried of flirting with people who aren't real, who don't mean what they say."

"Then you shouldn't do that any more," he managed to say.

"Then who will I flirt with? I mean you're the only one I've flirted with that I believe meant every word that they said," Sarah told him.

"Well, I have to admit, I have never enjoyed flirting as much as I did tonight with you," Chuck began.

"Really, cause you looked a little…rattled?"

"Maybe because I was beginning to think that you meant it, and you're…you're Sarah."

She let that sit between them for a second. "And what does that mean?"

"It means…you're Sarah," Chuck said. "It means, you're awesome, that you're my friend, that you're…you're kind, and you're charming as can be, and you're warm-"

"Warm?" she repeated. "I've had guys call me the 'Ice Queen'."

"And those guys are idiots," Chuck told her. She laughed at that. "Those guys…those guys may not have cared about you the person."

"And you do."

"Of course I do," Chuck told her.

"Chuck, I know you do, it wasn't a question," she said. "I think I'm just going to exclusively flirt with you, if that's okay?"

"Well, I have questions."

"By all means, ask," Sarah said, a grin on her face.

"What if….what if…"

"What if we kiss?" Sarah asked. Chuck nodded. Sarah leaned in, her lips an inch from his. "What if…what if we really get carried away?"

"How carried away?" he asked, his voice an octave higher than usual.

"What if we end up…naked flirting?" Sarah offered.

"You mean….sex?" Sarah nodded. "To be clear, when you say exclusive flirting, would that include the exclusive naked flirting?"

"It would mean exclusive everything…if you're okay with that."

"I'm good!" His voice was still an octave higher making her laugh. "Sarah…you like me?"

"No," Sarah said. "I love you, Chuck, I have since the beginning, but you scared me."

"I scared YOU?"

"Of course you did you nerd," Sarah replied. "Like I said, you say things you mean."

"And that scared you?"

"It did," Sarah said. "Now…now it excites me."

"What if I'm really bad at flirting now that we're exclusive?" Chuck asked. She gave him a light kiss.

"Well, we'll just have to practice, won't we."

"We will," Chuck agreed, nodding.

A/N: Hope you liked it.