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Notes: I got this idea in my head and ran with it. When I add chapters to this, they aren't going to be in order. But I'm not following a plot, really. It's just a non-canon world I'll be dabbling in. And this is definitely just about Chuck and Sarah having sex. There may be some entries that have multiple chapters. But I'll label them appropriately. Just keep in mind, this is me airing out my muse. :-) Thanks for reading!

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“Time?”

   Chuck glanced at his watch. “1:40 in the A.M., Agent Walker.”

   He heard her let out a long huff from where he sat behind the wheel of the van. She was behind him with all of their tech, watching the video feeds, listening to the conversation Philip Reed was having with the woman he’d brought home from one of those fancy wine and appetizer parties senators went to sometimes.

   A married man, of course.

   And yet…

   Chuck took a deep breath and lifted the binoculars to his eyes, adjusting them since Sarah’d been the last one to use them.

   “Anything?”

   He nearly jumped at hearing her voice so close to his ear. Instead he calmly lowered the binoculars and watched her as she swung herself into the passenger seat and fiddled with the lens of the camera in her hand.

   “Nothin’, actually. Anything on your end?”

   She rolled her eyes. “A good deal of,” she giggled and bat her eyelashes. Chuck snorted.

   This was their first mission since they’d destroyed Red Thompson’s illegal racket two weeks ago, and they’d spent most of those two weeks hiding out per Graham’s request. He wanted to make sure the CIA knocked out any of the remaining cells in the area before they came out of hiding.

   Although, he’d been pretty pissed that they turned off their tracking for those two weeks. He was over it now, but still grumbly. Honestly, Chuck had been surprised by Sarah’s willingness to completely go off grid to protect the whereabouts of his safe house from the CIA. It was his, he’d explained. In case he needed it. In case something happened within the CIA. And the way she hadn’t argued with him about the CIA being trustworthy made him think there were some complications in the relationship between the CIA and Agent Walker. Or at least…there was some mistrust. She wouldn’t question his inability to blindly trust their employer, and that meant something.

   Or maybe she respected his request because she was a good partner.

   Either way, they stayed in that safe house of his for six days.

   He bit his lip hard to will away the memory of how damn good those six days had been. Granted, there’d been worry, and a great deal of tension. They’d thought they’d been found a few times. But the close calls hadn’t put a stop to the way they kept snapping towards each other and away again and back again like a rubber band being pulled and let go over and over. Night or day, it only took a look and they were naked again, wherever they happened to be in the safe house, mauling each other, arching, driving, moaning. Almost like an obsession.

   Chuck took a deep, calming breath, feeling himself get a little keyed up. She was sitting so close, her features set in determination as she screwed the lens tighter and held it up, looking out across the grounds of Reed’s Connecticut mansion, though the large gate that protected his property.

   The moonlight emphasized the angle of Sarah’s cheekbone, her profile set against that of the camera as she closed one eye and slowly swept the camera back and forth.

   “Want me to take video and listening duty?” Chuck asked.

   “Yes, please. If I have to hear one more shitty pick-up line—which makes no sense. She’s already in your house, idiot, what do you think she’s there for?—I’ll probably scream. And then our hiding spot will be blown.” She turned away from the camera and shrugged at him.

   He chuckled. “Right. Off I go.”   Maybe it was just his imagination, but as he climbed up from behind the wheel and swept past her to step down into the back of the surveillance van, Sarah’s blue eyes fastened on the front of his pants for just a moment before she looked down at the gear shift quickly.

   Neither of them had mentioned those six days in his safe house. It hadn’t come up. He was doing his best to avoid it. Mostly because he wasn’t sure what to say.

   And yet, a few days ago when he’d been sitting at his laptop in the hotel room in Bridgeport, she’d opened the door to the bathroom after her shower, steam spilling out behind her, and she’d been wearing absolutely nothing. He’d slowly shut his laptop and set it on the nightstand as her damp body moved across the room towards him. And they hadn’t stopped for the rest of that night.

   They didn’t talk about it the next morning. Nothing had happened since then.

   But with the way Sarah’d just maybe sort of checked out his junk as he moved past her, he thought maybe he wasn’t the only one who thought about it. Often. Especially when they were in such close quarters. He shut his eyes tightly and gave himself a silent pep talk, trying to calm his libido enough to focus on what he was supposed to do.

   It helped only for a second.

   Because as he sat down, lifting the listening gear up and fastening it over his ears, he raised his gaze to the screens to scan them and see where Reed and his lady friend were in the house the CIA had bugged the night before, Chuck saw that they were in the master bedroom. Reed was on his back, his legs hanging off the end of his bed. And the young brunette he’d brought home to his empty house was sitting on top of him, totally naked, gyrating into his lap. All Chuck could see was her back and ass, and Reed’s legs, the woman’s body shielding Reed’s face from Chuck’s view.

   He thought to look away, but then suddenly the sound Sarah had muted when she walked away kicked in again. And he heard what was happening.

   “Ah!” she squealed. “Oh, Reedy, yes! You know how to fuck a girl.”

   Chuck pressed his lips together and squinted his eyes. Technically she was the one doing the work, wasn’t she?

   Reed grunted underneath his rider, his fingers clutching her hips. And then he growled, “Faster, honey. Faster.”

   The brunette leaned forward and braced her hands on him, then started bucking faster. Chuck’s pants felt a little tight. He licked his lips, trying not to look too closely, but the woman had a really nice body, and there was something so delicious about the sight of a beautiful woman arching her back, squeezing her ass muscles tight, while riding a cock.

   “Enjoying yourself?”

   Chuck yanked at the earphones, pulling them off and letting them hang around his neck as he boggled up at Sarah who leaned down near the steps that led up to the front. He hadn’t heard her coming. He hadn’t seen her coming. And now he was going to look like some typical dickwad CIA analyst who loved surveillance because they got off on naked women or something. Oh God.

   He was mortified.

   “It’s—No,” he finished lamely, wincing.

   “Kind of seems like you are.” Sarah’s eyes dropped to his lap and she raised an eyebrow.

   He followed her gaze and saw that he definitely had an erection. What was he supposed to say? That he’d actually been horny before Reed and his brunette went at it on camera because he’d been thinking about a few nights ago when she came onto him in the best most stunning way ever?

   And because he didn’t know what to say, he didn’t say anything.

   It didn’t seem he had to though, because she sidled up in front of him, between him and the screen, blocking the sight of the brunette screwing Senator Phil Reed, a democrat of Connecticut. And she wrapped her fingers around the earphones and lifted them back over his ears.

   “Oh yeah, fuck! Fuck!”

   “Call me daddy, Harriet. Call me daddy!”

   “Oh fuck me, daddy!”

   “Yes!”

   “Hnnnng!”

   Chuck looked up Sarah’s dark jacket to her face, watching as she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and scooted in close, spreading her legs and straddling him, lowering herself into his lap slowly.

   He was totally gobsmacked, sighing at the feeling of her sitting against his hard cock.

   She ground into his lap tightly, slowly, and his eyelids fluttered.

   “Make me come, daddy! Make me come!”

   “Slap me.”

   He heard the sharp sound of skin on skin. “Again, baby!” He heard the slap again. “Ohhh God, Harriet. I want to see you come.”

   “You make me so wet!” she gasped.

   But Chuck continued to stare into Sarah’s face, watching her pull her lips between her teeth as she gyrated against his groin. “Ohh,” he groaned breathlessly. “What are you doing?”

   She didn’t answer with words—he’d always pegged her as an actions-speak-louder-than-words kind of person and apparently he was right. Instead, she unzipped his jacket with one hand and cupped his jaw in the other, arching her back to lean down and kiss him.

   He tasted the chocolate she’d brought along with her for the stakeout on her lips and tongue and he thought he was maybe going a little insane. What in the hell was even going on here?

   He needed to put a stop to it. They had a job to do. And by the sounds of it, the job they had to do just made the brunette climax. He had the moan of ecstasy in his ears to prove it.

   “Again!” she cried out. “I wanna come all over you, Reedy!”

   Chuck felt himself harden as Sarah rocked into his lap, her tongue in his mouth, exploring. He pushed his hands around her body, slid them under her ass covered in jeans, and then he stilled and finally got control of himself, pulling back just enough that their noses were still brushing.

   He felt gratified that she was breathing as hard as she was. Practically panting for him. “What?” she asked softly, licking her lips hungrily.

   “We’re on a job,” he just barely got out. He hated how easily she could probably tell that he had to work to keep his voice from shaking. “We can’t get…” He swallowed thickly. “…Distracted.”

   “The man we have surveillance on is…” She turned to peek over her shoulder and because she was watching, Chuck felt like it was fine for him to have a look. He also glanced over her shoulder and saw that the brunette had turned around on Reed’s cock, and was currently holding onto his calves tightly, bouncing roughly into his lap.

   “Ung nng ngg ngg!!” she grunted with each bounce. “Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Yeah!!! Oh make me come! Come on, daddy!”

   “Fuck yes, Harriet! Oh, bounce on me, bitch.”

   “Inventive,” Sarah chirped, turning back to Chuck and smirking. “Our target is drilling some woman he picked up at a fundraiser. If past reports on this guy are to be believed, he’ll be busy for hours.”

   Chuck frowned. “What’s he, some kind of nympho? Hours? I mean, come on.”

   Sarah ground her sex against his through their clothes, and he felt it acutely, growling and tightening his grip on her waist. “Don’t act like you aren’t perfectly capable of it yourself.”

   He had to fight to keep his jaw from dropping into his lap. If she wanted to spar, he would spar. Even if this wasn’t exactly the time or place for it. “I’m a virile—”

   “Oooohhh, you fill me up!” the brunette squealed.

   Chuck shook his head and blinked. “Sorry, this is really distracting. Can I—? He tried to push the earphones off of his head but she reached up quickly and stopped him, keeping them in place.

   “I want you to listen. We can’t miss anything, after all…What were you saying about being virile?”

   He shook his head and blinked yet again. “Sarah, we’re…technically, we’re on a stakeout, and—” He grumbled in pleasure as she gyrated into his lap again, tightening her fingers around his shoulders. “Sarah…” he breathed out.

   Her lips were close to his ear that was covered by the earphones, but he still heard her loud and clear over the grunting in Reed’s room. “I can feel how badly you want this, Chuck.”

   She bounced lightly in his lap a few times, mischief in her eyes, and then she kissed him slowly, her lips like God damn magic, before she slid back to sit closer to his knees, reaching between them to undo his belt.

   “Oh God,” he breathed, Harriet and Reed gasping together in his ear. He thought he heard her climax again, but he was too focused on Sarah’s talented fingers unbuckling his belt, undoing and unzipping his pants. “Oh God, Sarah,” he half whimpered.

   To his surprise, she slid back even further, using her hands on his body as leverage as she eased herself down off of his lap and onto her knees in front of him. She placed her hands on the insides of his thighs and spread his legs so that she could scoot in between them. “Oh God,” he said again as she flattened her palm over the bulge causing a tent in his boxers.

   Sarah tugged a little at his pants and boxers, then maneuvered her fingers inside, easing his cock out.

   His hips jerked at the same time as the strange slapping sound started in his ears. As Sarah started to slowly stroke his hard dick in both hands, she looked up at him with flashing eyes. “Watch them,” she said in a low voice. “Enjoy.”

   Holy shit, he thought to himself, lifting his eyes to the screen. This was dirty. He was so out of his league. And he was going to enjoy every second of it.

   The slapping was Reed and the brunette Harriet. They’d switched positions again. He was lying down once more, and she was doing the splits on his dick. He was fucking her from underneath, their bodies smacking wetly as they met.

   But that wasn’t nearly as interesting as what Sarah was doing to him. She began moving her hand faster, beginning to pump her fist over his cock. Her tongue moved out to wet her lips, and just like that, she leaned down to drape her tongue over his tip.

   “Oh my God,” he gasped out, slamming his hand onto his seat and clinging. Her lips closed over his tip and she sucked. He felt the pleasure start in his cock, but by the time she really starting sucking, he felt it in his toes and fingers, at the top of his head.

   Sarah slowly slid her lips down his girth, pushing him deeper and deeper into her mouth. It was so good, so powerfully good, that he thought he could feel the hair on his head twisting. Or something.

   She pulled back with a slurp, pumping him in her fist again. And then she dove back in and sucked some more.

   Chuck thought he could feel her smiling around his cock, and he felt a slow grin on his face. “Keep watching the surveillance,” she ordered, and he shook himself a little, looking up at the video screen again.

   It was pretty hot just watching her blow him, but if she wanted him to watch this couple fucking, he would do it.

   Reed shoved the brunette down onto the bed so that her face was smashed into the coverlet and he crawled over her back, pushing himself into her and spreading her legs. He began pumping into her hard from above.

   “Hnng! Hngg! Hnng!! Oh baby hnng!” her voice whined. “Harder! Harder!”

   He pumped even harder, grunting.

   Chuck felt Sarah give him a particularly hard suck and he jolted, letting out a soft whimper, and then she slid him deep, deep into her mouth. “Oh God, Sarah. Oh my God…”

   He looked away from the screen as she swallowed a few times, his cock stroked by her throat. And then she pulled him out a little, her blue eyes lined with tears, probably from having him shoved down her throat. He felt a spark of concern and reached down to stroke her cheek.

   Her brow furrowed in confusion a little and she let him out of her mouth, and then she smiled, just a small smile, as she stroked him in her hand, flicking his tip with her thumb.

   “Hnng…Sarah, you don’t have to—”   “Shhhhh. Just enjoy…”

   She moved to take him in her mouth again, starting to bob her head in his lap, slurping, swallowing. And Chuck watched the couple again. Reed hoisted the brunette up to her knees and started doggy style fucking her, yanking her into him. Chuck watched as she came again, watching as her body shook with finish and Reed kept going at her.

   Sarah deep throated Chuck again and his hand unconsciously thrashed out to grab onto the nearest thing he could find. He accidentally yanked the wire from the equipment and the cries and moans of Philip Reed and his partner flooded the interior of the van.

   She pulled back and held him, her laugh bubbling out of her at his clumsiness.

   “Sorry,” he murmured, but she just shook her head and then turned to watch the couple again.

   “She’s a little loud, isn’t she?”

   Before he could catch himself, Chuck said, “Pot calling the kettle black.” She froze and he regretted it immediately. Her head slowly turned back to look up at him.

   “Are you saying I’m loud during sex?”

   “But I like it,” he rushed out. “I like it. Yeah. A lot.” His smile was weak, he could tell.

   Her eyes narrowed for a moment, and then she dove in again. He was down her throat again, except she was doubling down on her efforts this time. She bobbed her head fast, deep throating him over and over, tightening her throat around his cock.

   Chuck lost all concept of whatever Reed and his partner were doing. He didn’t care about the other woman’s cries of joy. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he held on for dear life. He’d never felt anything this good. This wasn’t his first time getting a blow job, of course, but no woman had ever sucked him off like this. She was so calculating with her tongue, her teeth, her sucking timed perfectly, and the deep throating. Dear God, feeling the wet heat of her throat around him.

   “I’m close,” he whimpered. “I’m so close.”

   She slurped loudly as she pulled back, pumping him hard in her fist. He was just on the edge, almost ready to tip over, ready to finish…

   And she lessened the pressure, stroking him achingly slow, easing him back again. He arched up from his seat and let out a strangled gasp. “No, no, no,” he whimpered. “Why?”

   God, the mischief in her features. It was so hot. And a little intimidating, he admitted silently. The ache in his lower half was intense, though. “Please,” he begged.

   She took him in her mouth again, bobbing her head, licking him, sucking.

   Sarah got him to the very edge quicker this time, and then painstakingly eased him back again. She was enjoying this. He could see it in her face. Almost as much as Harriet was enjoying being drilled by the senator, if the squealing was any indication. “Am I still loud?” Sarah asked, smiling as she pumped him in her fist, flicking her thumb against the tip, bringing it up to lick his cum from her finger. He groaned. She was so fucking sexy.

   “What exactly are you trying to—ohh God,” she deep throated him again. She got better at it the more she did it. “Fuck!”

   She worked him hard, squeezing his balls under his boxers, squeezing him with her lips, and as her throat constricted, he felt her teeth graze his sensitive, swollen skin.

   He cried out and his head fell back. “Please, Sarah. Let me finish. Please!”

   She pulled him out, pumping him fast. “God, you’re so loud, Chuck,” she teased. He rolled his eyes and chuckled breathlessly. But his grin faltered as she pumped him even faster, even harder.

   His groan was louder than the sounds of Reed and his brunette having sex. Chuck was close again, he could feel that tingling, that pressure. “Come on. Oh, come on, Sarah. Yes. Please.”

   Her mouth closed over him just as he twitched, and then he felt that pure bliss, that ecstasy of release. “Ohhhhhhh, Sarah!!!!” He felt her sucking him dry as he came, spurting his seed down her throat.

   “Oh my God,” he gasped. He was breathing hard by the time she’d milked him dry with her mouth and tongue, and she didn’t let up. Instead she continued licking him, cleaning his cock of cum, licking her own lips and giving him one last teasing suck at his tip.

   She took the time to tuck him back in his boxers, zipping his pants, buttoning them, and buckling his belt again. And because she was cuter than the Ice Queen reputation around the CIA gave her credit for, she patted his crotch a couple times as if to teasingly say, “there ya go”.

   He chuckled and shook his head, groaning and letting his head fall back.

   “Oh, keep going, Reedy! Oh fuck me!”

   “Can you plug the earphones back in?” Chuck asked, looking down at Sarah again. “She really is super loud. It’s starting to make me think most of that is simulation.”

   Sarah giggled and quickly plugged it back into the circuit.

   “God, thank you.”

   “You’re welcome.”

   “No,” he said, chuckling again. “I mean, that, yes. But I also meant for…”

   “You’re welcome,” she said in a much sexier tone. She put her hands on his thighs and squeezed once, making him feel that tingle between his legs again.

   She finally climbed up from her knees and sat in the seat beside his. “How long are they gonna do this? Jesus.”

   Chuck shrugged. “I will say that the guy lasts a long freaking time. Sure, he’s a piece of shit human being, but the guy’s got her off a couple times now without coming himself.”

   “I thought we agreed that was simulation,” she said, as though they were watching a hockey game or something instead of what was becoming something of a sex marathon. “Chocolate kiss?” she asked, holding up the little candy wrapped in silver foil.

   “Hell yes. Thanks. We should’ve sprung for popcorn.” He took the candy, unwrapped it and popped it in his mouth.

   Sarah snorted. “You have to spring for popcorn? The CIA must not pay you like they pay me.”

   Chuck laughed and he was pleased to see a tinge of pink on her cheek that was facing him.

   “Wait, wait…” she said, pointing. “They might be done. Maybe.” She grabbed the earphones and put them on. “Oh, yeah. He keeps repeating that he’s coming.”

   Reed wrapped his arms around the brunette from behind and shoved himself deep inside of her, jerking himself hard and fast. His ass clenched and he threw his head back, obviously coming inside of the woman.

   “Annnnnnd…” Sarah said. They both tipped over and flopped onto the mattress, breathless, seemingly happy. “It’s done.”

   “Finally.”

   Sarah giggled and pulled the earphones off. “Now we wait and watch. They said he was meeting the contact tonight, right?”

   “Right. We wouldn’t be here otherwise.”

   Graham had given them the lowdown earlier that afternoon over the phone. Philip Reed was receiving his orders on how to vote from high powered criminals who were lining his pockets. At least that was the way things were looking. And if they could take one of the crooked senators down, it might lead to the mastermind, the puppeteer. That was the hope.

   Reed hadn’t met the contact at the fundraiser, because they’d had eyes on him the entire time. He picked up this brunette Harriet and left soon after. They followed him here and were ordered to wait until the contact showed their face. Especially now that they had his whole place bugged. It was a waiting game.

   Chuck and Sarah did wait. For an entire hour while Reed and Harriet recuperated. There was no cuddling or anything like that. But once they were dressed, Chuck saw something change in the woman’s mien. “Sarah…?”

   “I see it.” She pulled the earphone plug so that they could both hear the audio.

   Harriet picked her purse up from the floor where she’d tossed it earlier and opened it, dropping a folded up paper on the bed. “He sends his compliments,” she said, and Chuck reached out and grabbed Sarah’s arm tightly.

   “Oh, no. My dear. You’re compliment enough.”

   Harriet smirked a little. “He also says if you don’t follow the vote exactly like he wants, you’re dead.”

   Reed paled. “I…will.”

   “Good.”

   “Until next time?”

   But she was already walking out of the room, leaving Reed to go and pick up the paper, unfolding it, looking at it.

   Sarah got a look on her face, and even though he hadn’t been partnered with her for longer than two months, he knew she was working something out in her head. “Pull up audio in the entry way.”

   Chuck did so quickly, switching the view to the camera that looked at the spiral staircase where Harriet was currently slinking down, resolute, determination on her face. She had the phone to her ear.

   “Can we get a link into her phone conversation?”

   “Not without a bug in the phone. I can hack just about anything, but I can’t hack miracles.”

   “Shit.”

   “Connect me with Lyon headquarters. President Laurent.” There were a few beats, and Chuck wracked his brain for a moment. Laurent. President Laurent. Lyon headquarters. Holy shit. Before he could say anything, Sarah reached over and slapped a hand over his mouth. The next words she spoke were in French, but it was cut off when she left the building.

   Chuck only knew a bit of French, not enough to follow what she said, so he turned to Sarah and waited.

   “INTERPOL,” Sarah finally said. “She was just talking to INTERPOL.”

   “That’s what I thought.”

   “What in the hell is going on here?”

   Chuck blinked, and then narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.

   “Harriet’s a spy.” By the look on Sarah’s face, she knew what was coming. “Ya know, in hindsight, I should’ve seen that coming.”

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