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Just A Game	By : MoreCharahPlease Category: 1 through F > Chuck Views: 68647 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Notes: I appreciate all of the kind words everyone's had for me throughout this story's run. I apologize for taking awhile to post this chapter. Life. Sometimes it gets in the way of writing pornographic Chuck fan fiction, am I right? (Unfair.) I really hope those of you who've journeyed with me through 23 chapters so far continue this journey. I'm so not done. This is such a fun ride. (That's what Sarah said. Ha!)

Anyways, thanks all of you. And thanks for understanding my need to post Partners in Arms. It really helped a lot.

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“Chuck?” I asked again when he didn’t respond. I heard some shuffling out in the other room, and I wondered if he was doing this on purpose. To torture me or something.

   What was he going to do, just leave me here cuffed to his bed while he ate cheese balls and watched cartoons? Because that wasn’t exactly going to be that much of a turn on. More like, I’d be kind of pissed. Like, desire going straight out the window.

   But I could hear him rummaging about in the kitchen, then. Pulling out drawers, shuffling through them. Then nothing for about half a minute.

   “Chuck, what are you doing?” I asked.

   “Be patient. I’m going to show you something,” he called back. He was just walking around out there in the buff, which I thought was something he didn’t like doing. He always climbed up from the bed after we screwed and slipped his boxers on before he did anything else.

   It took a heinously long time for him to finish whatever he was doing out there. Long enough that I was beginning to get a little keyed up, and not in the sexual sense. Although, admittedly, the buzzing was still there between my legs. Leftover, I decided, from having him begin to eat me out without damn well finishing me off.

   Jerk, I thought with a little smirk.

   I knew he had something up his sleeve. I just wanted to fucking know what it God damn was, already.

   He finally appeared in the doorway, balancing his open laptop in one arm, his free hand tapping on the keys, his eyes fastened on the screen. “I just want to give you a little taste of Piranha…” he said, probably having seen the look of confusion on my face when I saw him walk in with his laptop.

   “Oh, I’ve had a taste, thank you. Quite delicious.” I smirked and bobbed an eyebrow suggestively when he sent me a look over the laptop.

   “Not that kind of taste.” He rushed to the bed and I felt that tingle between my legs roar to life as he neared me…But then he just put the laptop down on the mattress and moved away again. I felt myself pouting and I quickly pulled my bottom lip between my teeth to stop it before he could see it.

   I didn’t want to give him that satisfaction.

   God, was this working? Him leaving me here while he conducted some sort of business I was still completely confused about? Was it actually getting me wet for him?

   Or maybe it was just that I was almost always wet for him?

   Maybe it was just anticipation.

   I watched as he went back out into the hallway and turned off every single light out there. It got darker and darker and darker, until he came back into his bedroom and turned off all of the lights there, too. The only light source in the entire apartment was his laptop.

   He turned the screen so that it was facing the wall, and then he moved to the window and opened the curtains so that the lights from outside spilled in.

   “Can you see that building across the street right there? The one that says Eccleston, Inc.?” he asked me. I craned my neck a little bit. It was the only building I could see from my position on the bed. “Yeah, I see it.”

   Every floor still had its lights on in a few of the windows, even at this hour. That was a little wasteful, I thought.

   “Eccleston, Inc. is a business firm. Accountants, financial advisors, there’s a real estate office in there as well. They all go home at about the same time. I know this because one of my neighbors downstairs works there. He told me while I helped him carry a TV up from his car a few months back. Every single night, they leave a few lights on. Kind of wasteful, but it makes it safer for the security guard,” Chuck said, crawling onto the bed and grabbing his laptop so that he could scoot up close to me, sitting with his back against the headboard that I was cuffed to. To my left was the window with my view of Eccleston, Inc. and to my right was Chuck’s laptop that he had resting on his thighs. I looked at the screen and had no idea what he was doing.

   There were boxes up on the screen, numbers and letters flitting across.

   “What are you doing? Why are you telling me all of this?” I finally asked.

   “I’m about to turn the power off in Eccleston, Inc.”

   I jerked my head towards him, trying to sit up. Fuck, I was still handcuffed. I forgot.

   So I slumped back to the mattress. “What do you mean, you’re turning the power off??” I hissed, as though someone might be able to hear me if I didn’t.

   “Just for a minute. It won’t do any harm. The security guard might freak out a little bit and have to make some calls but…” Chuck shrugged. “He’s probably sitting at his desk dozing anyways, let’s be real. Maybe he won’t even notice.”

   “Chuck, you can’t just—”

   “That’s the point, Sarah.” He turned to look at me, his eyes flashing in the dark. It made the juncture between my thighs ache. “I can. I can do anything.”

   Maybe it was the little flash of mischief and confidence in his face, or the tone of his voice that did it. Or maybe I actually did have a fetish for Bad Boy Chuck. Whatever it was, I was feeling it. An urge to have him on top of me, to feel his ass beneath my fingers, his cock inside of my pussy.

   It had to have shown on my face, because he was gaining more confidence by the second. I could see it in his eyes. And he turned back to his computer. “Gimme a second…Keep watching the building.”

   I had no choice but to comply. I was as curious as I was nervous.

   “Ready?”

   “No.”

   “5…4…3…2…1. Gone.”

   The building across the street went totally dark. Every light in the place was extinguished.

   My jaw fell open. “Turn it back on, Chuck. Turn it back on!” I said a little louder when he didn’t do it, turning towards him and nudging him with my body as best as I could. “Chuck!”

   “It’s fine. I’ve covered my tracks. The electrical system is connected to an Internet server that controls some of the other buildings in the area owned by the same guy. Probably not the smartest idea, but I guess he’s pretty confident in the stability of the connection. It doesn’t take much to get into a system like that, however. So you don’t want things like banks or federal buildings on something like this. Make it pretty easy for a bank robber to disable alarms, you know?”

   “Chuck!” I gasped. “Turn it back on, for fuck’s sake! You’re going to get the cops coming up here!”

   And I’d be cuffed to his bed, oh my God.

   “Chuck, please!” I begged. “Please!”

   “Fine, fine, fine. I was gonna let the guard sweat a little longer, but okay.” He tapped a few keys. “There.” I spun to face the window and saw that it looked good as new again, the lights lit, the building’s sign illuminated. I let out a long breath and went limp.

   “Jesus Christ,” I mumbled, thumping my head against the pillow. “What the hell are you trying to do, give me a heart attack?”

   “I was actually trying to turn you on.” He paused as I gave him a look. “Did it work?”

   I bit my lip. “Did you seriously just turn off an entire building’s power for thirty seconds with nothing but a laptop?” I asked. Crap. I sounded breathless. I was breathless. I felt alive. Adrenaline was rocketing through me.

   “I, uh… Yes. It’s a bit more complicated, but basically, I did do that. Yes.”

   “If they investigate what happened, won’t they eventually track all of it back to you?”

   Chuck scoffed. “The router turned off for thirty seconds. No big deal. Not even enough for the food in the fridge to spoil.” He shrugged.

   “But it didn’t turn off. You turned it off from here.”

   “Yeah, but I made it look like the router turned itself off. Happens all the time. They won’t even suspect it.”

   I knew I was gaping but I couldn’t help it. “Holy shit, that’s impressive.”

   A smile grew slowly over his lips as he moved to shut his laptop and set it on the nightstand.

   “You liked that?” he asked, climbing over my to hover above my body so that we weren’t touching. I could feel his body heat, however. I wanted him on me…inside of me.

   “As a detective with the LAPD, Chuck…no.” And then I paused, biting my lip. He looked a little unsure, and I needed to do away with that. “But as a woman who apparently has a thing for naughty nerds, I liked it a little too much.”

   He grinned, then gave a little cute shrug. “I’m kind of a genius.”

   “Yeah, I noticed.”

   When he moved down to kiss my neck, I pulled back a little and he stopped, giving me another unsure look.

   “You’re sure you aren’t gonna get in trouble for what you just did? I don’t want you going to prison for no other reason than that you were trying to turn on some girl you had in bed.”

   He arched an eyebrow. “Girl? Excuse me, but my efforts were directed at a full-fledged woman, thanks.”

   Chuck Bartowski was really good at keeping me on my toes, and he usually did it with sincere, but unexpected compliments, like the one he’d just given me. “I stand corrected,” I said in a deep voice, letting him know with a look that he was on my good list.

   “Did it work? Did I turn you on?” he asked.

   “God, yes,” I whispered, but then I shook my head. “But that’s not the point.” I was vibrating for him. I was so wet. “Are you going to be arrested for this? Is there any chance you’re—”

   “Sarah, I’ve got it handled. There’s no possible way they’re even going to know a person did it, let alone that that person was me. It looks like a 30 second glitch. They aren’t even going to investigate since no harm was done.” He shook his head. “I took care of everything. Trust me. I’ve been doing crap like this for years. Granted, it’s been a few since I did the electricity thing. But it’s super easy. Like riding a bike.”

   I was still full of adrenaline, my chest heaving. And it didn’t help—or maybe it did—that he gave me a mischievous smirk and lowered his mouth to my breast.

   How long he spent teasing my breast with his lips and tongue, I wasn’t entirely sure of. I only knew that it was glorious. I turned my face into my bicep and hummed, smiling. I wanted to feel the rest of him against me, but he still hovered with his mouth as the only thing touching me.

   I let him do whatever he wanted, if only because he wanted it.

   Chuck pulled his mouth back and raised his eyes to mine. “I love how easy it is for me to make your nipples harden,” he said, that mischief still in his features.

   I couldn’t get enough of this naughty nerd thing he was doing right now. I really couldn’t. And I could feel just how much he was enjoying it, too. It was emanating off of him. He was confident in what he was doing. Just like he’d been confident about the little display of his abilities. Little? What was I talking about? It was big. It was a massive display. I knew nothing about hacking save what I’d seen in pop culture. To me, breaking into another building’s electrical system and turning off the power with nothing but a laptop, and doing it as quickly as he’d done it…that was massive. And impressive. And so illegal.

   It was such a damn turn on.

   I was without a doubt the worst detective the LAPD had ever seen.

   I just had to make sure they never knew it. Or it was Chuck’s hide they’d go after first.

   “That’s bullshit,” I breathed.

   Chuck pursed his lips and then lifted his hand to hover over the breast he’d neglected the past few minutes. He moved his fingers lower and lower, slowly moving his digits around my nipple. He wasn’t touching me, but I knew what it felt like to have him touch me. I knew what it felt like to have him pull my nipple, squeeze it, tweak it between his fingers.

   Even if I’d tried, I wouldn’t be able to stop the way my nipple immediately hardened.

   “Like magic, isn’t it?” he said, giving me a cocky raise of his eyebrow.

   “Shut up and fuck me,” I snarked, glaring.

   He climbed up to his knees and straightened his back, towering over me, his body on full display. I just wanted to touch him, feel the ripples of his abdomen, the muscles of his back, that hair in my fingers, his ass, his thighs, his long arms around me…

   But I could see he was formulating an idea.

   Chuck reached down to pick up his cock and stroked it a few times, before he crawled closer and used his other hand to cup my jaw. I took the hint and opened my mouth, letting him in, immediately sucking on him the moment I had my lips around him.

   He groaned, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, and he began to gently thrust into my mouth as I sucked him off. He wasn’t hard yet, but I knew I could get him there. I felt so wet between my legs, imagining how amazing it would look to see him fucking my mouth the way he was right now.

   His thumb stroked reverently over my cheek, and it was such a sweet, intimate gesture. So much so that I had to put extra focus into what I was doing to him with my mouth to keep from getting misty-eyed. What the hell was even wrong with me?

   “That’s it, baby,” he breathed. “Get the tip.”

   Chuck pulled out a little and I followed, craning my neck to keep his tip between my teeth. I flicked the sensitive skin with my tongue, over and over, sucking, and then flicking it again, licking him. If I had use of my hands, I’d also be pumping him.

   But it seemed his goal wasn’t to get hard by using my mouth, because he backed away again, letting his cock fall from between my lips. I just barely resisted whimpering at the loss. I wasn’t finished, and he wasn’t even close to finished.

   However, he was a little bit more erect now.

   A bit of time later, I thought I might know what he had planned.

   But right then, I was confused. He turned his back on me, swinging his leg over to trap my hips between his knees. I wanted to smack that ass in front of me, squeeze it, feel it underneath my lips and tongue. But I was stuck here, cuffed to the bed still. My hands flexed in need, though.

   And then he took my legs and methodically pressed them together, pushing them down so that I had them flat on the mattress. I didn’t ask questions. I just watched, turned on by the fact that I couldn’t see what he was doing. I just felt his hands stroking up and down my thighs, squeezing me, massaging. They even tucked under my ass and massaged there, and I let out a soft mew of pleasure, squirming to push myself further into his touch.

   Then he shifted, lowering himself so that his ass was up against my six pack, and then he unfolded his legs and straightened them out behind him so that his feet were on either side of my head. With his knees propped on the mattress, he stretched one arm out and braced his palm next to my leg, tucking his free hand somewhere down his front.

   It was then that I figured out what he was doing.

   Chuck’s cock was pushed between my thighs, and I felt him shove it up against my wetness, tucking it between the lips of my labia. I felt his fingers press his cock harder against my sex and he began to thrust.

   It was different, but still incredibly hot. That was one thing (out of many) I thoroughly enjoyed about my sex life with Chuck. We were both equally involved in the creativity and adventure, both equally willing to try new things…to try, well, anything.

   My thighs surrounded him, and where they weren’t enveloping his length, my sex was grinding against it. He slid wonderfully against my vagina, with how wet it had gotten watching him hack into the building across the street with ease.

   But the best part was that I could see his ass clenching as he thrusted against me. And the way the muscles in his back and arms and shoulders flexed and moved as he pleasured himself between my thighs.

   “Nnng,” he grunted. “You’re so wet.”

   I let out a lusty chuckle and rattled the cuffs a little. “Just for you, Piranha.”

   That made him groan and maybe it was just my imagination but he got much harder between my legs. He shifted his legs again and tucked them under his body, moving my own legs so that they were bent, still pressed tightly together, my feet flat against the bed.

   And then he started thrusting his cock faster between my thighs. He wasn’t pressed up against my sex anymore, and instead I felt cool air waft over my wet crotch.

   I hummed in pleasure and kept watching as he gracefully fucked my thighs, his ass gyrating, his lower back clenching. And God, his thighs.

   He felt much harder now…in fact, he felt hard enough. But I bit my tongue, forcing myself not to say anything, letting him dictate everything.

   Chuck finally stopped and pulled himself out from between my legs, before swinging off of me.

   I could feel myself practically dripping for him, and I wondered how close I was to actually climaxing, just by watching him get himself hard with my body.

   The need in me was on the verge of exploding, and I knew I probably looked half crazed when he crawled to face me and lifted my legs out of his way so that he could press his hard cock against my ass.

   “Beg,” he said in a quiet, deep rumble.

   I didn’t hesitate.

   “Please, Piranha. I want you inside of me. Please!” I begged. This was the only man I’d ever begged for in my life. I didn’t feel like I was losing my dignity with him. I wasn’t embarrassed or ashamed. I was owning up to the fact that I needed him more than I needed anything. “Fuck me hard. Please!”

   His hands slid under my thighs and he spread my legs, bending them back so that my knees were by my shoulders. My sex was totally open to him, pointed at the ceiling, dripping wet I was so ready.

   He teased my opening with his fingers and then lifted them to his lips to lick my cum off. “I need you to do better than that, Detective Walker. Or I’ll never let you out of those cuffs again.”

   What kind of a threat was that, I wondered, when I was getting some of the best sex of my life handcuffed to his bed? But I would play his game. Because it pleased him.

   “I’m begging you, Piranha. Begging you to put your delicious cock inside of me. Pleeease,” I whined. “Please fuck me. I want it so hard.”

   He climbed up to his feet in a crouch so that our groins were lined up, and then he leaned forward over my body, reaching between us to push his dick into my entrance. He slammed himself down ’til our bodies smacked together loudly and I cried out, turning my head to bite my arm in ecstasy.

   “Yes,” I gasped. “Make me scream, baby!”

   Leaning over me, he began to bounce against me, first a little more gently, causing my ass to bounce up and down with each stroke. He filled me to the brim, so hard and thick, and I had prime view of his chest and abs as he did it.

   But then he began to bounce harder, faster.

   And I heard the bed creak as our bodies moved, the mattress springs crying out, the wood of the frame making soft sounds of strain under our strength. That with the fast slap slap slap slap slap of our bodies meeting.

   “You wanna scream?” he panted.

   “God, yes! Yes! Make me scream!”

   He pulled out of me and let my legs down on either side of his body, and then he shifted onto his knees again and straightened, holding my hips in a strong grip. The only part of my body that touched the mattress was my shoulders and head, thanks to how long his thighs were.

   Chuck used his fingers and cock to spread my cum down my vagina, using it to lube up my asshole.

   And then he held me by my hips tightly, his hands so large that his fingers spread over my ass cheeks. He pushed his cock into my ass slowly, and my entire body shivered violently.

   “Oh, shit!” I yelped.

   He kept going, further and further, and I felt the threat of tears gathering in my eyes. I blinked rapidly, forcing them away. It just felt so good. It had been so long since I’d had him in my ass and I’d nearly forgotten just how good it was.

   Maybe because it had been awhile since the last time, but Chuck was going excruciatingly slow. He pulled out slow, then pushed back in slow, repeating it over and over. It was making me feel a little crazy, but God it also just felt so good.

   I lifted my eyes to his face. His jaw was clenched, his lips parted a little, his nostrils flared, and his brown eyes were much darker than usual, lust swimming in them. He pressed his lips together in a thin line, determination in him, and when he shut his eyes tightly, I realized he was going a little crazy with this slow pace, too.

   “Chuck,” I whispered. He kept going. “Piranha,” I said a bit louder. I arched my ass against him, pushing his cock deeper. I shivered again and sighed. But it got his attention and he opened his eyes to look down at me, stopping his slow strokes. “Please go faster. Please.”

   “Are you sure?” he asked, licking his lips. “It’s been awhile.”

   “Yes,” I whimpered. “You gonna make me beg again?”

   I would. God, I so would if he only asked it of me.

   Apparently he wasn’t going to ask, though. And he was obviously just as eager to do things faster as I was. Because all he’d needed was my reassurance that it was what I wanted, before he started plunging into me quickly, jerking his hips.

   My skin quivered with each time his body met mine, his balls slapping my ass cheeks. He went faster and faster, his thrusts significantly harder, but his cock was still only entering me shallowly.

   “Deeper,” I begged. “I need you deep in my ass, Piranha.”

   My whining voice was almost unrecognizable, but I kept doing it because I could tell it was driving Chuck nuts in the best way.

   “You feel so good,” he panted. “I love how good your ass feels, baby.”

   I clenched my muscles and took him in even deeper, making myself tighten around his shaft. He groaned my name and leaned forward more, arched over me, fucking my ass hard and fast.

   He finally complied, grabbing my hips and plunging in deep, jerking himself until he was as buried inside of me as physically possible.

   I felt something deep in my center trigger. Like he’d touched something that had never been touched before. Like the first time I’d found my g-spot. It sent an electric shock to my pussy, then up through my torso. My nipples ached with pleasure, hard like pebbles, and I was ready to climax any second.

   But the more I thought I might climax, the longer it took to actually push me over the edge. And I thought Chuck might be doing it on purpose…but how? How the hell was he keeping me on the perpetual ledge all this time, the almost-there buzz between my legs making me feel desperate and breathless? How was he doing it??

   “Please let me come,” I whimpered. “Please. I’m begging you.”

   God I was so close and I needed it.

   “What do I get if I let you have your finish?” he asked, leaning down enough to capture my nipple between his lips, flicking his tongue against it and pulling it away to snap back again, my breast jiggling.

   “You let me come and uncuff me, and I’ll ride the fuck out of you,” I panted. “You won’t regret it.”

   “I know I won’t,” he said, breathless, still rocking against me, his cock sliding in and out of my asshole. He licked his lips and stilled then, putting a hand on my abdomen over my clenched muscles. Then I felt his thumb slide over my clit. He rolled it a few times, making me whimper.

   “Yes! Touch me. I want your finger in me, Chuck. Please?”

   His thumb slipped over my slit, teasing my entrance gently as he fucked my ass with his dick, and then I felt his thick digit slide into my other hole. His thumb disappeared completely and I gasped, convulsing with ecstasy.

   “Please let me come!” I pleaded, my voice strangled and high-pitched, desperate. “Please, baby!”

   “Make yourself come,” he said, and then he leaned forward and braced his palms on the mattress beside me, my ass resting on his thighs that he bent under me. “Come on, Sarah. Fuck your asshole with my cock.”

   I was so keyed up, I thought maybe I’d just spontaneously combust right there and that’d be the end of it. Instead, however, I did exactly as he asked. I started throwing my hips against him, arching my back, using the strength of my abdomen, shoulders, and hips to shove my legs back and forth, back and forth, like I was rowing almost.

   I clutched the headboard in my hands tightly, flexing, clenching, working my muscles hard to impale my asshole on his cock over and over. The effort was a lot, so much that I began to grunt and whimper, biting my lip, fighting against the twinge of ache in my legs, arms, and shoulders. “Fuck, come on!” I begged no one in particular. “I’m almost there! PLEASE!”

   His thumb plunged into my pussy again and he found my g-spot. With me throwing my ass into his crotch, his cock so deep in my ass that it kept pressing that special trigger spot, Chuck’s thumb buried in my vagina, rubbing my g-spot…I finally came.

   And it wasn’t like usual.

   Once again, I felt my cum squirt out of me. I even saw a little end up on his abdomen, and coat his thumb that he was thrusting in and out of me.

   “Ohhhh!!!” I practically screamed. “Oh, yeah, baby!! Oh my God!” I panted. “Oh my God! Hnnng!” I couldn’t help but say it over and over again as he pulled out of both of my pussy and my asshole, easing me down to the mattress again.

   I repeated his name, intermixing in a few Piranhas, my entire body practically on fire. God, my muscles ached and I didn’t even care. It had all just felt so fucking amazing.

   And of course because it wasn’t enough, as I laid there panting for breath, my eyes shut, I felt him against my lower half again, this time, swiping his tongue over my sex.

   Reflexively, I tightened my thighs around his head and squeezed, causing him to wince as I tilted my head off the pillow and growled through a clenched jaw. “I promised you a ride, and you’re gonna get it. No oral.”

   “But you taste so good,” he said, his lips against mine. He tasted me some more just to prove it, his eyelids fluttering. And as much as I wanted to feel his tongue in me, as much as I loved his habit of cleaning up messes after we had sex, I needed to make him come. He sure as hell deserved it. And I wanted his seed to spill inside of me again.

   Instead, however, I heard myself ask, “What do you want, Chuck?”

   He slowly raised his eyes to mine and lifted his face from between my legs. I knew how sincere I must’ve looked right then, because I could see a smidgeon of pure happiness start to bloom on his handsome face. “Honestly?”

   “Yes. Please.”

   He smiled again and then crawled up my body to let me out of the cuffs. Neither of us said anything for a little while as he let me go, reaching over to put the handcuffs back in his drawer. And then he lowered himself onto the bed next to me, shifting close as I rubbed my wrists and hands to get the blood back into them. He watched me for a few seconds, and then he put a gentle hand on my stomach, stroking it over to my hip, swiping his thumb over my hipbone.

   “I want to make you feel safe again.”

   My eyes snapped to his and I blinked once. He stole the breath right out of my body. A stupid part of me wanted to ask what he meant, or why, or something…But I shut that part of me up really quick. Because I was fully aware of the meaning behind it. And the sincerity in his words.

   There were a thousand different things that popped into my head at once, so fast and so intensely that they all just wiped each other out and left my mind totally blank. So instead of saying anything, I pushed myself up onto my elbow and reached up with my free hand to push my fingers into his curls, pulling him down to meet me halfway as I kissed him.

   It wasn’t lust or desire rushing through my veins.

   I was just so thankful. Thankful that I had him. Thankful that some higher power decided I deserved having a guy like this thrown my way.

   We kissed for awhile, until my arm started to feel a little tired. So I pushed off of that elbow and wrapped it around Chuck’s shoulders, falling back to the pillow again and bringing him with me. He chuckled against my lips and pushed his own arms between my body and the mattress, and he held me tightly to him.

   I finally pulled back from the kiss and smiled to myself, my eyes still shut, our noses brushing, foreheads pressed together.

   “You’re doing a really good job so far,” I breathed, stroking his cheek.

   I felt him grin and then he kissed me again with a quiet hum of pleasure, before he shifted over so that he was lying on top of me, his weight pushing me down, blanketing me, making me feel absurdly protected.

   He then reached down and slid his hands around my waist, down past my hips, and cupped my ass, before stopping on my thighs.

   I spread my legs a little, taking his hint, and he snuggled between them, before I felt his cock stroke over my slit. I pushed his head down so that his lips pressed against the juncture between my neck and shoulder, turned my face into his hair, and waited for him.

   With one slow thrust, he pushed into me, and I whimpered, hugging him close, tangling my fingers in his curly hair.

   There was nothing rough or wild about it this time. This wasn’t about getting to that explosive finish. It felt different. The connection was much, much deeper. He surrounded me just as much as I surrounded him.

   This wasn’t like anything I’d experienced before. I’d be an idiot if I didn’t already know my relationship with Chuck eclipsed every other relationship I’d had in the past. And it wasn’t just the quality and quantity of the sex with him that surpassed anything I’d had before. Because it did surpass all of it…Even on the worst days, it surpassed all of the sex I’d had before put together, for fuck’s sake.

   No, it wasn’t that.

   It was the need I felt to make him happy, for no other reason than that I wanted him to be happy. Sure, it stroked my ego when I made him laugh, or when I had my lips around his cock and heard him whimper my name in ecstasy. But mostly, it felt good to please him. To impress him.

   There was no one in the entire world whose opinion I cared about more than his.

   Why else would I have rushed here the second I left the station?

   I squeezed him tighter and began to rock my hips into his thrusts, letting out soft mews of pleasure, pressing my lips close to his ear so that he knew how good this was making me feel.

   We stayed there for quite some time. How long, I didn’t know, nor did I care. We were in our own world, arching against one another, our limbs tangled, our hips connected, fingers clutching at muscle and skin and hair.

   We kissed, gasping for breath when we needed to, and diving right back in again, striving for more than just the delicious meeting of our lower halves.

   I could feel when he began to shiver over me, his body tensing, and I knew his climax was starting to build. As safe as I felt underneath him, as much as I loved him pressing me into the bed, I wanted him to come.

   So I finally rolled us over so that I was pinning him to the bed this time, and I grabbed his arms, making sure they stayed around my body as I rolled my hips against his, bracing my knees on either side of him.

   Chuck sat up then, lifting me with him so that I sat fully in his lap, his cock buried so deep inside of me. And we gyrated together, both of us hugging so tight that my breasts were smashed against his hard pecks.

   I began to thrust a little harder, clenching my ass to tighten around him, gritting my teeth with the effort as I turned my face into his hair. And I dug my nails into his back as he started to whimper, his hand clutching my ass cheek and squeezing.

   Chuck came inside of me, the hot liquid spurting into my pussy. I whimpered as he groaned my name and shivered against my body, rolling my hips slowly to milk him of every last drop, and then I stopped, going limp against him as he breathed hard, hugging me so tight it almost hurt a little.

   I didn’t say anything, though. I could handle it. Just so long as he kept holding onto me like this.

   I did feel safe. I felt safer than I ever had in my life. More so than when I was carrying one of my weapons. A gun didn’t even make me feel like this. And I had to squeeze my eyes shut tightly to keep the tears from escaping, staying that way for a few minutes, silent, not really understanding just how massive all of this was, but knowing that I’d gotten myself into something that was as special as it was dangerous.

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   Something scratched a little against my cheek as I moved my face, squirming even further into the comfortable warmth surrounding me. And for a second, I thought I was wrapped up in Chuck’s arms, that we’d fallen asleep at some point.

   But then I remembered the hours we spent hunched over his laptop, formulating ideas for starting a profile in the threads, discussing how to sneak up on Fulcrum, and not exactly gain his trust per se, but at least piss him off enough to get him to spill the beans.

   I’d learned a lot about Piranha. And I noticed Chuck start to loosen up a bit about his ex-second-persona the more we talked about the online society we were attempting to break into. Piranha had been something of a legend, I discovered, without Chuck even having to say it. He probably wouldn’t say it. As confident as he was in his abilities, he was still humble about the impact he must have made in his hacker community. There were even a couple places where I’d personally witnessed some in the threads ending their comments with “WWPD”, which meant “What would Piranha do?” I managed to get it out of Chuck eventually. Even now, years after Piranha’s “hacktivity”, people talked about him.

   He’d made quite the impression. But without the cruel criminality and sometimes violence with which Fulcrum had made his mark.    As I finally blinked my eyes open, I realized my body was pressed up against the back pillows of Chuck’s couch, and the thing scratching my cheek was the blanket I had over me, pulled all the way up to my chin. I shifted and let out a soft mew. I was tired, but at the same time, I felt pretty good. Considering we’d stayed awake well into the morning talking about the threads, Piranha, Fulcrum.

   At least, that was how I remembered it.

   But what I didn’t remember was how I got to the couch. I didn’t even remember falling asleep.

   I pushed myself up and tucked my hair behind my ear, a little groggy, and then I turned to look over the back of the couch. Chuck sat exactly where I’d remembered him last, still staring at his computer screen, tapping away at the keyboard furiously. He had a bit of craziness in his eyes, obsession, or maybe I was just imagining it because I’d just woken up.

   Without saying anything, I threw the blanket off of me and stood up, taking my time, stretching my arms up over my head. I wore one of Chuck’s zip up sweatshirts. I did remember going into his closet and taking it out when the early morning chill started to get to me.

   And then I padded around the couch and walked to his side. “Hey,” I murmured, my voice scratchy from sleep. I peeked out of the nearby window to see that the sun had risen. And as I looked at the clock on the wall, I saw it was almost 8:30.

   Chuck shook his head a little and looked up at me with a smile. “Morning.”

   He was distracted as he reached his arm around me and pulled me close, pressing a kiss to my clothed hip, before going back to whatever he was doing. It looked like he was scanning through the thread now. A list of users.

   “I, um…was wondering if you could clear things up for me. What exactly happened last night?”

   “We screwed each other senseless, pretty much.”

   I gave him a flat look. “I remember that part, thanks.”

   “I know. I’m just teasing.” He sent me a quick grin, then went back to scrolling. “We were talking about your new username, and out of nowhere you just sort of slumped against my shoulder in the middle of a sentence. Like, nearly unconscious, you were so tired. So I carried you to the couch and decided a nap was a good idea for both of us. I woke up a few hours later and you were still out like a light, so I came over here to do more work.”

   I unconsciously rubbed my fingers through his hair. “When’d you wake up?”

   “Um, like 7. Maybe. I don’t know. But here’s the thing!” he rushed out before I could respond. “I decided to go through some of Fulcrum’s contributions to the threads, you know? Like what we’d done last night. See if there were any clues, anything that tied him to some other…I don’t know…something he could’ve done in the past. I thought if we could pin other things to him, we could get a pattern. You know.” I nodded, even though he wasn’t looking at me. And then he spun towards me and forcibly sat me down in my chair, swiveling around to face me, putting his hands on my knees and leaning close. “So I’m going through the same places we spotted him last night and he isn’t there.”

   “What?” I breathed.

   “Fulcrum isn’t in any of the conversations anymore. The places where I’d seen him before, the day after he attacked you in your apartment and again last night, I went back to look and he wasn’t there. I mean, luckily I screencapped all of it and gave it to your captain that day, because he’s completely erased himself. Which isn’t supposed to be possible, but someone like him can do it. I could do it. He just wiped everything clean. EuroHack, Phantom, TerminalOne. Those are the three big hacker boards. He’s not there. I think he’s officially gone off the grid.”

   “Shit,” I breathed. “So he’s gone. Totally. Now what?”

   I was pissed. I pushed a hand through my hair and wanted to throw something suddenly. This was the only real path I had to follow, and now he’d completely erased his tracks, the bastard.

   “Well, I wanted to flip the table over I was so frustrated. But I didn’t. Instead, I wracked my brain for anything I could do, and then I realized what this means.”

   “What?” I asked.

   “He’s scared. He doesn’t feel invincible anymore. He’s hiding. He’s done a lot of gutsy, ego-boosting bullshit, really nasty stuff that could put him in prison for life. But he’s never pulled himself out of the boards. When I stopped hacking a few years ago, I didn’t erase myself from the threads. If you look through some of the older threads that go back 5 or 6 years, you’ll find me talking to my buds. This shithead had the God damn FBI after him and still he stayed on here boasting about it. Know what I’m saying?”

   “Um…I might. But I still might need you to enlighten me.” We had him running. That was what Chuck was most likely getting at.

   “Where Fulcrum isn’t scared of the FBI, he is scared of you.”

   A shiver went through me. It was a combination of the implications of what Chuck said and the way he said it. Like he was proud of me, impressed. Like he thought me scaring this once-invincible, unscare-able asshole was positively delicious.

   A slow smile tilted the corner of my lips. But it was short lived. “But he’s still gone. The trail’s stopped. We’ve got nowhere to go.”

   Chuck shrugged. “I have a theory. While he is running scared, I think he’s still gonna wanna keep tabs on his little kingdom. He wants them to still feel his presence. He’s got a power complex…”

   “Hm.” I smirked. “Did you happen to read Dr. Feinstein’s article while I was asleep, Chuck Bartowski?”

   He looked a little ashamed, wincing. “Maybe. And maybe I can admit, some of it was…a little revealing, maybe hit a little close to home.” He cleared his throat. “But that power complex part definitely applies to Fulcrum. Those threads might give you more information on him, information he’s inadvertently gifted you. He doesn’t want you having that at your fingertips. That was how we found him in the first place. He’s smart enough to figure that out. But he can’t pull away from the place where he feels like he’s in control. He’s still in there.”

   “But…he isn’t. You checked all three big hacking forums. And he isn’t there.”

   “Not under Fulcrum. I think he may have created another account, like what we’re doing. He’s making himself big again, but with some other username. The others can probably do the math, figure out it’s him. But cops, no offense, you guys just aren’t in that mindset.”

   “You are, though,” I said. “Because you’re like them.”

   “I just have to find out who he is.” He licked his lips and pulled away from me, rolling back to the laptop and spinning to face it, scrolling through the users list again.

   Chuck was wired. I could tell. And it was a type of wired that I recognized as complete lack of sleep, combined with adrenaline after making a discovery in a case, hitting on something that meant doing more research, more work, finding that bit of energy to keep going.

   But that also meant he was going to crash soon.

   I knew this situation all too well. It happened when I became obsessed with a case. And honestly, that happened with almost all of my cases. I got too caught up, and ended up nearly making myself sick I became so intense about solving it. Graham always said it was why I was such a good detective. But that it also made me an exhausted detective.

   As appreciative as I was that Chuck was giving this his all, I didn’t need him to be my exhausted detective. I needed him to not kill himself working for me like this. I needed him not to be half-dead when he went back to his actual job at the Buy More, whenever that was. (Apparently not today, since he didn’t look too worried about time.)

   I needed him to relax.

   And I knew wouldn’t do it if I told him to. By now, I was well aware of this man’s stubbornness. At times it rivaled mine. Maybe that was why we were so good together. And shit, we were so damn good together. Even with all the nerves and concerns I had when it came to us, I was fully prepared to acknowledge that.

   Chuck scrolled through the names, his eyes bloodshot.

   I had an idea. I had a good idea. A really good idea. An idea I happened to like a lot.

   I bit my lip and lowered myself down from my chair to my knees. He was so focused on what he was doing that it didn’t seem like he noticed. I crawled under the table to kneel in front of him, swiveling to face him. I put my hands on his knees and finally I saw his body jolt.

   “Sarah? What are you doing under the table?”

   I didn’t answer, instead reaching up to undo the front of his pants. I rubbed my hand over his cock a few times, squeezing, purposefully pressing my thumb against his pulse point and rubbing slow circles over it. Neither of us said anything, but I felt him slowly start to harden. I took a bit of time just letting him feel my hand on him, rubbing him over his pants, my fingers eventually drifting in to feel him over his boxers.

   Then I dipped my hand into the opening of his boxers and pulled his cock out.

   “Hnn!” he whimpered. “Sarah, you—oh God.”

   I cut him off, closing my lips around him and bobbing my head, laying my tongue flat over the tip, blanketing him in wet heat. I went slow, painstakingly slow, using my fingers to stimulate the lower half of his shaft, while sucking and licking the top half. Every so often, I slid him deep into my throat and swallowed against him, fighting the tears, before pulling out again and rubbing him in my hand while I caught my breath.

   He gasped, sometimes rolling his hips up against my ministrations, groaning my name. I could see the way his hands tightened periodically against the arms of his chair that he clung to as I pleasured him. Part of me wished I could see his face, but I loved the idea of him not being able to see what I was doing, just having to sit back and feel it.

   I made it last for awhile, how long I wasn’t sure, but I built him up to the edge a few times without ever pushing him over. I could feel it in the way his body shivered, his cock thrumming in my mouth, the pre-cum I kept tasting, flicking my tongue over the sensitive tip.

   And then he jerked his hips against me, almost choking me as his cock slammed down my throat, and I felt him twitch, hot semen pouring into my mouth. I kept sucking, wanting all of it, massaging his thighs over his jeans. And then I gave him one last lick, one last suck of his very tip, and I eased him out of my mouth, tucking him back into his boxers, and doing his pants back up. I wiped my lips a little with the back of my hand and crawled back out from under the table, finding him sitting there slumped down in his chair, a dreamy smile on his face, his eyelids heavy, his chest heaving.

   “I’m going to go back to my place to shower and regroup, touch bases with Graham and the boys, Carina…You get some sleep. That’s an order.”

   “Mmmm, okay,” he breathed. “But only because I’m tired.”

   I giggled and leaned down to kiss his lips, liking the little hum he let out. And then I tugged him to his feet and he wobbled a little.

   He stripped his pants off once we got into the bedroom, then he tugged his shirt off and finally fell into bed, flopping onto his stomach. I covered him up, leaning down to kiss his neck, then his shoulder.

   I changed into my clothes, leaving what I’d been wearing of his on the chair in the corner of the room, a little unsure about what to do with it all, except for the sweatshirt, which I hung up. And then I left, climbing into my car, trying not to dwell too much on the implications of everything that had happened last night and into the morning, trying not to notice the way my heart was aching. For once, it was a really good ache. An ache that meant much more than I realized as I maneuvered my BMW through the streets of LA.

Notes: If any of you are hackers/know about hacking, please be a little understanding. I've tried to do as much research as my life schedule allows, but I still don't understand most of it. Writing in Sarah's POV helps a bit since she's completely unversed in it as well. If I make a mistake, you can let me know, but please don't be cruel about it. A lot of what I have Chuck do might be totally impossible, but people criticized the heck out of the show, too, for the things it did that were "impossible", which was silly since at its root, the premise of the entire show is totally science fiction.

So basically...I ask that you guys gimme a bit of a break, here. That's not to say I'm not open to learning! But, you know, there's a line between teaching and being mean. :-) Thank you for reading!
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