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Disclaimer: I don't own CHUCK, and I'm not making any profit off of this story.
Sorry about the long delay. The holidays making indulging in this particular hobby of mine difficult...Hope you enjoy!

Chuck had put his boxers back on, and even though she would have preferred to stay completely naked, she slid her panties back on and picked his shirt up from the floor, pulling it down over her torso.
   This proved to be somewhat of a mistake, though, because while his shirt was warm and comfortable, it also carried his scent. She thought it sounded like such a stupid romantic comedy thing to think, but she couldn’t help but admit he smelled like a delicious man. There was no other way to describe it. Clean and crisp. Like the laundry detergent he used. Cotton. Or something like that.
   It didn’t matter. But it was him. And it had comforted her even in the beginning whenever he got close enough for her to get a good whiff.
   But right now, she wasn’t just comfortable. She was turned on. And not just a little. It had been three whole hours since they screwed each other senseless to their own sex tape. And Chuck had finally just revealed the products of his grocery trip for dinner. It was an array of aphrodisiac foods and she couldn’t help but wonder if he’d put it together for that purpose.
   Wild caught salmon, a slew of spices including ginger and chile peppers, asparagus, and bread rolls. It was when he showed her the champagne that she really felt the need to reopen the fridge and stand in front of it. She didn’t. That would have been ridiculous and her boyfriend might think she was nuts.
   Chuck moved around her and went into the living room to pick up his pants and step into them. It was a sad sight. “I gotta get another shirt now, since you stole mine.”
   He glared teasingly.
   “You act like you’re surprised,” she said, sending him an arched eyebrow over the bar as she started washing the asparagus and cutting off the stems. “You can always wear mine.” She gestured to the floor where her shirt had ended up near the table he’d devoured her on hours earlier.
   “I’d tear it to shreds,” he chuckled, disappearing for a few moments to get another shirt.
   When he reappeared again, he was fully clothed and even wore flip flops. “Gonna fire up the barbecue. Can you put the asparagus in foil for me?”
   “Already on it,” she chirped, realizing her hunger for him was being surpassed by her hunger for food…at least for now. She arranged the asparagus on a thick piece of foil and seasoned it with olive oil, salt, pepper, and garlic powder, then folded the edges of the foil around to cover the vegetables, wrapping it up in a silver cocoon.
   Chuck came back in from the patio where the barbecue was and joined her in the kitchen, starting to prepare the salmon. She watched as he produced a jar of capers from the fridge, doused the salmon in spices, chopped the ginger, and arranged it alongside the two large pieces of salmon he’d bought and seasoned.
   And then he created a pouch of sorts with foil, the salmon and ginger strips inside, closed the lip, put it on a meat platter with the asparagus Sarah’d prepared, and winked at her before heading outside. It would only take a few minutes for the salmon to steam itself to perfection, but even that much time away from Chuck was difficult.
   So she hurriedly separated the dough for the rolls, sprayed a cookie sheet, arranged the rolls, and tossed them in the oven, setting the timer, before joining Chuck on the patio. He looked up from moving the asparagus a little closer to the fish and smiled at her. “Well hello.”
   “Hi.”
   His eyes suddenly widened. “Oh crap. I forgot about the rolls.”
   “I took care of it. I’ve got the timer set.”
   “You’re the best.” Chuck melted a little and shut the lid of the barbecue, setting the tongs on the platter. When he turned back to her, his eyes drifted down her body oh so slowly, fixating on her long legs that were made bare since his T-shirt only just barely covered her panties. “Think you should be out here like that where anybody can see you?”
   “Why? Do I look bad?” she asked, absolutely flirting. She already knew the answer to her question, but if she didn’t, the salacious glimmer in his golden eyes would have given her at least a hint.
   “God knows you’re the sexiest woman on the planet, Sarah Walker. I’m just not sure I want all my neighbors seeing this much of the sexiness.”
   She bounced her shoulder cutely. “You can deal.”
   He opened his mouth, teasingly scandalized, then chuckled. “Wow, okay cheeky.”
   Sarah moved to stand beside him, letting him drape his arm over her shoulders and pull her into his body. She wrapped her own arms around his torso and enjoyed the cool outside air, the smell of the barbecue, the feel of Chuck’s muscled curves against her body. She buried her face in his neck and shut her eyes, reveling in the way his hand rubbed up and down over the goosebumps on her bare arm.
   They stood that way for awhile, until the timer in the kitchen started beeping. Sarah bit her lip to resist whining. Pulling out of his warm embrace, she twisted her fist in the front of his shirt and tugged him in for a chaste kiss, hurrying inside before the cold got to her again.
   It was only ten minutes later when they had their plates arranged with beautiful salmon, garnished with a bit of parsley and surrounded by capers, asparagus, and rolls. Chuck hustled around the kitchen, having insisted Sarah was the guest and practically forcing her into her chair at the table.
   He came back with a jar of honey and a spoon and she quite nearly preened. Chuck Bartowski’s small gestures of kindness, so incredibly innocent and sweet, continued to be one of the best things about him. Like somehow just knowing she’d want to put honey on her roll. She’d never once said “I like honey”. But he must have picked it up at some point in the last few years she’d known him. Just like how he knew she didn’t like olives. Just like how he knew she liked extra pickles on her medium-rare burger.
   She just loved him so much.
   And if it was at all possible, she fell even harder for him when he danced to the table with the bottle of champagne in one hand, and two glasses clutched in the other. “Mademoiselle, shall I pour ze champ-on-ya for you?” he asked in an awful French accent.
   “Oui, monsieur. Merci.” She met his gaze steadily, letting her eyes drag down him and back up again, smirking a little.
   He swallowed thickly and poured the champagne with expert precision, setting the bottle down in the middle of the table and finally sitting across from her. They ate and chatted, the meal disappearing slowly as they both took their time.
   Sarah multitasked, digging into her spicy salmon while engaging Chuck in a game of footsie under the table. She slid her toes up the bridge of his foot, then dragged them up his ankle, dipping under his pants and stroking the skin of his calf.
   He just stared at her, sucking on a slice of ginger that he’d skewered on a fork. The look in his eyes spoke of what he had in store for her later and it made her heart race. Granted, the chile pepper was helping to speed her heart rate as well. As well as making her lips tingle.
   It wasn’t long before Sarah’s hunger for food was completely sated, and she was left only with the pleasurable tingle between her legs. The way Chuck was staring into his champagne, having already practically licked his plate clean. His eyes were so magical in the soft light of the room, and she realized the champagne need only be a little bit darker and it’d match those golden wonders of his. But the glass he held looked so incredibly tiny in his large hand, his long fingers. And she couldn’t help but dwell on how that hand felt when he flattened it over her belly, or when he curled his fingers around her breast, the trail of fire his fingers left as they danced over her bare skin…
   The tingle was less of a tingle now and more of a buzzing sensation. She pressed her thighs together and squirmed a little, only serving to make it worse.
   Sarah knew they should do the dishes. If they didn’t do the dishes now, they wouldn’t get done for awhile…or maybe not even until tomorrow. Would it really be so bad?
   If they just left their plates here? After all, Chuck had taught her the best way to prepare dinner. You clean up as you’re cooking so that you have minimal dishes after you’re finished eating. It was brilliant. And suddenly she didn’t care about the dishes or…anything else really. Because Chuck’s eyes lifted from the champagne and met hers. Without looking away for even a moment, he slowly raised the flute to his lips and drained it. Sarah couldn’t focus on anything but the heat flushing through her (even with the minimal clothing she wore) as Chuck’s tongue darted out to lick his lips.
   Sarah finished her own champagne and set the flute down while her free hand fisted the hem of Chuck’s shirt she wore and twisted it.
   And when she stood from her chair, the champagne hit her in the best way possible. She didn’t sway, the room didn’t start moving, and she wasn’t dizzy. But she felt a delicious buzz going through her, and she felt so warm and her lips were interchanging between tingling and numbness.
   Finding herself closing the distance between them, she didn’t hesitate to swing a leg over Chuck as he gaped up at her, lowering herself into his lap and scooting close so that her breasts pressed against his hard chest. She cupped his face in her hands and looked into his eyes, sliding her fingers along his jawline. He still hadn’t shaved and she knew it made his face itchy. He’d told her that a long time ago, back in the beginning of Operation Bartowski while they were on a cover lunch date outside of the Weinerlicious. She remembered the face he’d made, how his nose wrinkled. And the way his usually bright and warm eyes dulled a little as he mentioned the months he spent on Ellie’s couch supremely despondent. He told her how the beard he’d grown out itched awfully and he still did nothing about it.
   With that story in mind, Sarah turned her hand over, scratching under his chin and wrinkling her nose teasingly. The look he gave her made her heart skip a beat. So satisfied and content and happy. Giggling, she scratched all over his jaw with both hands until he groaned.
   “I feel like a puppy,” he chuckled, and she laughed, setting her hands on his shoulders and pressing her forehead to his.
   “Well you are adorable,” she murmured, sliding her hands up to rest on his neck, tenderly rubbing her thumbs over his jaw. “You can shave whenever you want, by the way. You don’t have to keep growing this out if you don’t want to.”
   He raised an eyebrow and smirked. “The beard’s novelty wore out, huh? And it wasn’t even a whole day. Wow.”
   She giggled and pulled back to look into his face. “That’s not what I meant and you know it, Chuck. I’m just saying…I know it itches. Don’t want you to be uncomfortable on my account.”
   He smirked harder and she saw a glint in his eye. It was mischievous, and that buzzing between her legs was suddenly all she could focus on. That was…until Chuck buried his face under her chin and started sucking and nibbling on her. He hummed as his tongue swiped over the pulse point in her neck.
   “Ohh, mmm Chuck,” she breathed, tilting her head back as he continued sucking and licking. “Baby, I’m going to have to wear a turtleneck or pop my collar and look like a jackass if you keep that up.”
   That made him laugh and she felt it in his chest that was still pressed up against hers. He places his hands on her bare thighs, squeezing gently, still grazing his beautiful white teeth over her skin to tease her.
   But it wasn’t until Chuck finally kissed her full on the lips that Sarah began feeling something even more powerful between her legs. She squirmed a little on his lap and she could swear she felt the bump under his jeans grow harder. At least she wasn’t the only one.
   She buried her fingers in his delicious curls and kissed him harder, bracing her feet on the floor and grinding her sex against his groin. It felt so fantastic, so she did it again, over and over, rolling herself against the hardening bulge under his pants.
   He hummed wantonly into the kiss and she pulled her face back, gasping his name. The lust in his eyes was explosive. And she was so turned on that she decided not to take the time to undress. Instead, she lifted her ass up from his lap just enough to push her hands between their bodies and unbutton his jeans, sliding the zipper down and pushing the front of his pants open.
   Maybe digging down the waistband of his boxers and pulling his cock out so that she could push her panties aside and they could join once more would have been the typical action for any other woman burning with need like she was. But Sarah also believed there was something inherently hot about being able to get each other off without penetration.
   Sarah jammed her panty-covered groin into his, feeling his hardness rub deliciously against her sex, whimpering his name. And then she reached behind him and gripped the chair in her fists. Angling her torso away from his just a little, she jammed herself into his cock and started rolling slowly but powerfully.
   “God that feels so good,” Chuck growled, letting his head loll back. “Keep going, baby.”
   She had no intention of stopping. In fact, she just pushed down even harder, straining her thighs on either side of the chair. As good as gyrating back and forth felt, she knew making circles would stimulate better. The last few years of using rolled up towels and pillows to make herself come while thinking of her tall, handsome nerd had made her quite good at knowing what sorts of movements worked best.
   So Sarah made small, rough circles into his lap, moving forward to press their chests together again. She propped her elbows on his shoulders and opened her mouth with a soft whimper, letting her eyes roll back into her head to let him know how good this felt.
   He was so hard and erect, and feeling him there was driving her mental. She bounced a few times, making the chair squeak underneath them, and then she went back to making delicious circles. God the tingling feeling between her legs was getting more and more pronounced, but she knew from experience that it would ebb and flow. She bounced again, the chair creaking, and this time she didn’t switch back for awhile. His cock jammed against her sex over and over and over. She didn’t want to stop because of the look on his face. “Oh, yes! Yes! Yes, Chuck! Nng!”
   Chuck must have been getting really hot, though, because he growled her name and suddenly sat forward, away from the chair back, his hands grabbing her by the small of her back and yanking her against his dick. He clenched his jaw and spread his legs, bracing his feet against the floor, and then he starting devouring her neck, thrusting himself against her roughly and pulling her down to meet him.
   Sarah lost all semblance of sanity at seeing him like this, letting her head fall back and whimpering. “God yes, Chuck! Harder! Fuck me harder!”
   He did, slamming himself up and yanking her down, and she buried her face in his curls. The tingling was beginning to spread through her. She could feel herself on the brink of release.
   “I’m gonna come, baby! I’m gonna come. Let me take control,” she panted.
   And he complied immediately, sitting back against the chair again and letting her resituate herself in his lap. She began moving in quick hard circles, jamming herself against him again. It felt so good, her clit getting stimulation from his long cock at the same time as her labia.
   It was when he leaned forward and bit her jaw that she came. “Ohhhh God! Oh Chuck! CHUCK!” That throbbing excruciating ecstasy exploded in her lower belly, shooting through her limbs and she felt wetness against her sex.
   Was it her cum or his? Or both?
   And when she felt him gyrating against her, his features pinched, her name on his lips, she knew it was his as well as her own. His dick felt a little softer underneath her.
   “Holy shit,” he gasped. “That was so damn good.”
   “Oh hell yes it was,” she panted, hugging him close for a moment. Then she finally pulled back and stood up, swinging her leg over and leaning against the table a little. Her knees were a bit shaky after coming as hard as she did.
   He stood up as well and looked down at his front. “I think I should put on something more comfortable, change these boxers since they’re…well…” He gestured to the wet spot. “And shave.”
   Sarah raised an eyebrow. “Shaving, huh?”
   His only response was a smirk as he swept past her to the bedroom. Having changed into his PJ pants and a new T-shirt, Chuck was about halfway through shaving in the bathroom with the door open when he noticed Sarah slink past. He stopped the razor for a moment and made a face. She’d had a look that made him think she was up to something.
   And that only made him shave a little faster. Thankfully, he didn’t cut himself, and he gave himself as close a shave as he could before cleaning up and hurrying to the bedroom. He pushed open the door to find Sarah undressing.
   She peeked at him over her shoulder and bit her lip, that unsure look on her face that she’d had the other night when she introduced the idea of making a sex tape for the first time. What did she have in her mind, exactly?
   “So…I have an idea. And you don’t have to say yes. We can do something else, but…I know how much you liked that first video we made of me fingering myself.” She paused and let out a breath. “I thought we could pretend. A little.”
   “What do you have in mind?” he asked, stepping closer.
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   He looked down at the camcorder in his hand, waiting for it to fast forward to the end and making sure they didn’t record over anything. Chuck stood in the hallway, the bedroom door in front of him shut. Sarah told him to wait thirty seconds before he came back in and to make sure he was recording. So here he was…
   5, 4, 3, 2, 1…
   Chuck pressed record and pushed open the door, pointed the camcorder at the bed. He almost dropped it though when he saw his girlfriend on the mattress, facing the headboard. She had a pillow in between her legs. One of his, and she was grinding her sex against it. “Oh, yeah,” she breathed, not paying any attention to him as he snuck in, kneeling down a little as he recorded her.
   He’d known he would walk in on her masturbating, as she’d explained her idea to him earlier. But to see her fucking an inanimate object instead of him…Why was this so damn hot?
   Sarah gyrated her hips, one hand grasping the front of the pillow to pull it up against her sex even more. She leaned forward then, bracing her other hand against the wooden shelf behind the bed and gritting her teeth. “Hnnng. Ahhh.”
   Chuck reached behind him then to grab the tripod, keeping the camera as steady as possible as he fixed it into the stand and made sure it was perfectly positioned to record Sarah grinding against the pillow. “You look so beautiful,” he breathed, watching her hips move back and forth, back and forth.
   She glanced over her shoulder at him with a steamy look and bit her lip, whimpering softly. “You like this?”
   “Hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
   “Why don’t you take off those pants and get over here?” Her voice caught as she pressed her pussy tighter against the pillow.
   Chuck did as he was told, undressing completely and carefully climbing onto the bed behind her, gently reaching for her and setting his hands on her hips. She hummed in enjoyment and reached behind her to grab him by his forearms and tug him closer.
   “Touch me, Chuck. Touch me,” she panted, and he found his heart was beating so hard it might explode right out of his chest before they were through.
   She kept riding the pillow, her thighs straining a little, so he closed the distance between them and scooted up so that his front was pressed right up against her back. Chuck took his own penis in his hand and started rubbing it. Watching Sarah grind like that was turning him on so badly. God, her muscles were astounding. He wanted to be inside of her so much.
   But instead, he reached around with one hand and set it over her belly button, drawing a light pattern over her smooth skin with his fingertips. She gasped and leaned forward a little. And then when his hand dragged up to grasp onto her breast, his fingers flicking her nipple, she whimpered a strangled, “Chuck!”
   “That feel good?” he mumbled in her ear softly.
   “Fuck yes.”
   And then he reached down with his other hand and tucked his fingers between the pillow and her pussy, starting to rub her clitoris fast and hard with his two fingers. “Keep riding, baby,” he commanded and she did, grinding her pussy against the pillow even as he drove her insane with his fingers on her clit. He flicked her nipple with his other hand in time and she let out a strangled whine.
   “Oh God. Come on. Oh, come on, baby. Yes yes yes,” she whimpered. “Oh yes yes, Chuck. Keep going.” He rubbed her faster as she sped up against the pillow. He could feel her ass cheeks clench with each of her strokes, his hardening cock pressed against them.
   “God, you’re making me so hard, Sarah.”
   “Hnng, yes! Oh! I can feel it coming, Chuck.” Her movements were a little erratic, so he scooted forward, pressing himself against her, molding his body to hers and guiding her with his hips, helping her to control her thrusts against the pillow. She dropped her head back against his shoulder and turned her face into his neck. “You’re so amazing,” she panted. “Chuck!”
   He leant into her, still thrusting his hips to guide hers, feeling the pillow against the underside of his cock, and he doubled his efforts against her clit, feeling his bicep begin to ache a little he rubbed so hard and fast.
   And as Chuck felt her body tighten up for a moment, he knew she was on the verge. “I’m gonna make you come so hard,” he promised through clenched teeth, and he pushed his fingers into her entrance, curling them and pressing the tips of them against her g-spot, grinding them there as she cried out, until her body spasmed. Her cum squirted all over his fingers and pillow and he held her close so that she didn’t fall off the bed as she rode out what looked to be like a very intense orgasm. “That’s it, baby. That’s it.”
   “Oh God, Chuck. Oh my God. Ahhhh. Oh, baby. Oh yes. That feels so good.” She went limp, resting her weight back against him and he pulled his fingers out of her, hugging her against him and kissing her jaw.
   “How was it?” he asked cheekily in her ear and she could only laugh breathlessly.
   “How do you think? God, you’re such a bad boy, Chuck Bartowski, and I had no idea.”
   Just hearing her call him a bad boy made his cock even harder. But he knew after everything they’d done tonight, going much further might actually hurt her. And that was something he would never ever do. Even if she begged him to keep going.
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