Chuck VS The Cover

TITLE: Chuck VS The Cover

AUTHOR: MidKnight

CHAPTER: 1 of 1

FANDOM: Chuck

SHIP: Chuck / Sarah

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Erotica

SPOILERS: A couple, Season One

UNIVERSE: WARNING: HERE BE SPOILERS – SEASON 1, Chuck and Sarah have to cement their cover as boyfriend and girlfriend.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Chuck. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to the people who created them and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.

AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.

FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. – midknight_tales@yahoo.com

Chuck Bartowski rested his chin in the palm of his hand as he leaned on the counter of the Nerd Herd desk as he watched Sarah Walker leave the Buymore. Despite his best efforts, respect and feelings for the blonde agent, his eyes followed the feminine sway of her hips and the shapely form of her picture perfect ass with carnal appreciation. It had all sounded so perfectly logical and practical. They needed to do it for their cover. They had been “dating” for months now, it was only perfectly natural that things would progress and they would have to sleep with each other or at least give the impression that they were. “Oh shit… Sarah’s going to be in my bed tonight.” He thought with sudden panic.

The rest of the day went by in a blur. He couldn’t concentrate on anything for any length of time as his thoughts kept straying to Sarah. He thought of her most of the time anyway, but now it was not the comfortable background thought of her smile or soft, vanilla scent, but the disturbing and intrusively lurid fantasies of what it would be like to actually sleep with her and those didn’t involve any actual sleeping. At, the end of his shift, he left the Buymore in a daze, but hurried to get home in order to clean up his room and grab some time alone to try and process.

But, as luck would have it, both Ellie and Awesome were home. He had thought with all the practice he’d had over the last few months he would be better at hiding things from his sister, but she cornered him almost as soon as he got in the door asking him what was wrong. “Is it that obvious?” he wondered. He tried to hedge and deflect, but then realized that although he couldn’t go into the true specifics of the problem, she might have some advice on how he could handle his nerves. Also, the reason for all this was to solidify his and Sarah’s cover, so there was no need to hide the surface reason for his uneasiness. He didn’t know if he was glad or annoyed at the openly apparent joy his sister and her boyfriend showed that he and Sarah were taking the “next step” in their relationship. He had been out with Sarah all night on many occasions, all be it on missions, but it didn’t seem to have occurred to either of the two that he had slept with her.

Besides telling him to relax, Ellie’s advice wasn’t very helpful as it was all aimed at him doing the one thing he wanted to do, but couldn’t. He really did want to sleep with Sarah in every sense of the word, but he knew that tonight was just about the literal meaning of that desire. Awesome’s input was to echo Ellie’s sentiment about setting a romantic mood and just letting things happen naturally at their own pace. Chuck groaned inwardly as he realized that in order for the charade to work, he’d have to set up that mood. He groaned again when after Ellie left for the kitchen, Awesome added some more graphic advice that Chuck hastily tried to forestall, because the image of doing those things to Sarah came all too quickly and vividly to mind.

It seemed like no time at all before he was answering the door to let Sarah in. Ellie and Awsome had made themselves scarce, but he was sure they were listening at their door. He greeted Sarah cordially, noting the overnight bag in her hands. “Right. How do you want to play this?” he asked into the shell of her ear, closing his eyes as her scent surrounded him while they hugged. She smiled at him as they broke apart. “Some wine would be nice.” She suggested and while he went to the kitchen she put her bag in his room. She returned and they sat in the living room and tried to make small talk.

Chuck couldn’t say who had more, but the bottle of wine was empty far sooner than it should have been. The conversation at least became easier as they started in on a second bottle. She leaned close, her lips hovering over his for a moment. His eyes widened as she leaned closer and her lips locked with his. He groaned as her returned her kiss. He was just really getting into it when she pulled away. “Let’s go to bed, Chuck.” She proposed in a sultry voice that was a little louder than necessary and he wasn’t sure if it was the wine or if she was playing to the invisible crowd of his sister and her boyfriend. He went with it. “I’m not tired.” He countered and she smiled. “Neither am I. Let’s go.” She continued, rising from the sofa and taking his hand to pull him up.

He followed her to his room where she rested her back against the door and pulled him into her embrace and another deep kiss. He didn’t think, he just wrapped his arms around her and pulled her firm, hot body against his as he deepened the kiss. His body reacted, his dick jumping to hard, throbbing attention and he didn’t even care that she could feel it against her hip. Their heads twisted to let their locked lips slide sinuously together and he buried his hands into her soft, blonde tresses to cradle her head. She opened her mouth to let his tongue explore it. Her breasts flattened against his chest as she pressed back against him and her tongue fenced with his to do some exploration of its own. He heard the door click as she turned the door handle and they all but fell into his bedroom. The moment the door closed, she broke the kiss and stepped and turned away from him and he was suddenly very aware of the bulge in his pants, so he turned his back on her as well.

“What’s with all the kissing?” he asked, trying to fill the silence while he thought of every pointless fact and statistic he could call to mind in the hopes of getting his rampant hard on to subside. “Yeah… Sorry about that. I caught Ellie peeking and I had to improvise to keep it believable.” She explained in a low voice. He coughed. “Good… Good improvising. Speaking of which…” he noted and went over to his stereo and turned on some Barry White. Sara looked at him quizzically. “Just setting the mood.” He explained and she shrugged before she motioned for him to turn around so that she could change. He moved to the other side of the bed and stripped down to his boxers and a t-shirt. “You can turn around now.” She told him and when he did he had to catch his jaw from dropping. “Oh come on.” He whined under his breath as his dick lurched to full erection once more and he grabbed a pillow making the pretense of fluffing it while covering his crotch. She was wearing lilac lingerie, a wispy, nearly transparent teddy over lace bra and panties that accented more than it hid. She looked incredibly sexy

“What… What’s this?” he asked incredulously, having to swallow hard to get the question out. “What’s with the music? It’s all part of the cover, right?” she countered. “Yeah… Right, our cover. Let’s just get some sleep, okay.” He agreed a little more sharply and heatedly than he intended and yanked aside the covers and crawled into his bed. He caught a frown mar her smooth forehead before he turned onto his side, facing away from her to make sure to hide his erection. Even though he no longer faced her, he could still see her in perfect detail as he closed his. The hourglass curves of her lush figure; her full breasts, her creamy cleavage framed by scalloped purple lace; the shadowy depression of her belly button set in the smooth curves of her trim, defined stomach muscles; her bare, shapely legs; the way her blonde hair settled on her shoulders; her full, kissable lips and big, bright, sparkling eyes remained clear as day in his mind’s eye.

Chuck stifled a groan as the bed shifted and she joined him under the covers. He reached for the remote and turned the music down and she turned off the lights, leaving only the bedside lamp on. The silence stretched out between them. He could hear the seconds tick away on the clock on his nightstand. He wanted to just simply fall asleep, but he was just too aware of her next to him on the bed. Her vanilla scent wafted from her to tantalize his nose and despite the deliberate distance between them, he could feel the warmth radiating off her. Plus, every time he closed his eyes, the image of her in that lingerie just popped into his head. Keeping his eyes open didn’t help much either.

“Chuck? Chuck, are you asleep?” she enquired quietly. “No.” he replied simply and rolled onto his back with a sigh, confident that his still semi-hard dick was hidden by the covers. “I know this is difficult, but it has to be done. Let’s just get through it.” She tried to rationalize. “So why are you making it harder… I mean more difficult?” he accused her, rephrasing hurriedly and she turned on her side to face him, shock and indignation clear on her face. “There’s something between us. You know I have feelings for you and I think you have feeling for me too, but I know we can’t do anything about it. It’s really confusing and you know... I mean, the kissing… You didn’t have to be quite so convincing and then… You’re gorgeous enough with all your clothes on, but then you put that sexy lingerie on… I mean… Come on… How am I supposed to just act casual and go to sleep after all that?” he continued in exasperation before she could speak. Turning to face her was a mistake. The low light from the lamp made her all soft plains of light and shadow that just further enhanced her beauty and his anger was blunted by awe.

“Chuck…” she started. “I know… It’s all part of the cover.” He finished with a weary sigh and stared up at the ceiling. “No, Chuck. When we were at the door… Ellie wasn’t watching anymore… I… I was weak… I wanted… Kissing you, having you kiss me felt so good… I know there’s this thing between us, but we both know it can’t go anywhere… I’m… I’m sorry, it was very unprofessional… I’m also sorry for not thinking about the position I’d be putting you in.” she confessed and apologized. He rolled onto his side to face her, leaving their faces only inches apart. He could see the sincerity in her eyes as well as the anguish that he too felt at their situation.

“Look… I’m sorry too. I’m not exactly cut out for this spy stuff, and the feelings stuff between you and me… I know I keep bring it up, so, I’m sorry too, Okay?” he apologized as well. She gave him a glum little smile. “You have nothing to apologize for, Chuck…” Sarah gently admonished him. We just have to make the best of a difficult situation.” She continued. “Yeah, make the best of a difficult situation. He echoed, fighting the urge to close the small gap between them and taste her lips again and instead rolled away and onto his back once more.

“Yes, the best of a difficult situation.” She repeated softly and he caught a thoughtful lilt to her tone. He started to turn his head when his eyes snapped open in shock as she rolled on top of him to straddle his hips. His hands instinctively reached for her hips, but he stopped them and held them up. “Sarah?” he asked in confusion even as his dick returned to full attention, something she could not fail to notice as it pressed up against the welcoming heat of her crotch. “What are you doing?” he verbalized his question further, partially overcoming his shock. She took his hands and guided them onto her ribs, under the teddy and encouraged him to flex his fingers and massage her smooth skin and the firm muscle underneath.

Her tongued flicked out, the pink tip making a slow circuit of her lips as she looked down at him. Her hips circled slowly to grind down on him as she guided his hands higher. “Sarah?” he queried again, licking his own lips in a nervous, uncontrollable mirror of her action. “I’m… I’m making the best of a difficult situation, Chuck. We’re supposed to be sleeping together as boyfriend and girlfriend, right? That’s our cover, right? So… Why don’t we sell it? What can be more authentic than the real thing, right? We… We might not be able to do anything about our feelings in the long run, but… But, I think maybe, we can have this, we can have tonight. What do you think?” She explained her actions and made him a very interesting proposition as she cupped his hands around her breasts and then let them go.

Her fingertips rested lightly on his chest while he kept his hands on the firm, warm globes of her breasts with the points of her nipples pressing into his palms through the lace of her brassier. His dick twitched as his balls pulsed in reaction to the steamy heat of her sex resting on it which was only barely dampened by the cotton and lace that separated them. Chuck took a deep breath and closed his eyes before exhaling. “I don’t know if this is a good idea, Sarah.” He answered honestly, while cursing himself for not just shouting ‘Yes!’. “It isn’t a good idea, Chuck. What I’m suggesting is going to cause all kinds of complications, but you want this and I want this. You can’t deny that. The real question is do you think you can handle it, if it was just tonight?” she replied, her eyes fluttering slightly as he couldn’t help himself and his fingers tensed to weigh and fondle her breasts.

“Can you?” he countered her question with one of his own as he stalled for time trying to find the answer within himself. “I can make it work. Something, however fleeting, is better than nothing. My life is… Being a spy… Things can change in the blink of an eye and I have always had to make do with what I can get. That doesn’t sound very romantic, I know, but I would love to have this night with you.” She replied resolutely. Chuck opened his eyes and stared up into hers. “Would it be enough of an answer if I said that I really will try?” he wondered softly, voicing his hesitance, but also his desire as honestly as he could. Sarah tilted her head slightly as a soft smile curved her lips before she lifted her hands above her head in agreement and an invitation for him to remove her teddy.

He released her breasts and slid his hands higher, letting the filmy garment ride up on his forearms. Her skin was silk under his fingers as they ran up her arms and drew the piece of lingerie off and tossed it aside. Chuck grasped her hips and pulled himself up to meet her lips in a hungry kiss. She moaned into his mouth when his hands slid lower to grab and massage her ass. His dick strained against the cotton of his boxers and her delightful weight and heat. Her nails scraped lightly along his ribs as she gathered up his t-shirt. He was loathe to relinquish his hold on her shapely, firm bottom, or the sweet taste of her lips, but he finally did to allow her to pull his t-shirt off. She tossed it aside and cradling his head she pulled his head down to the perfumed valley of her cleavage.

He ran his tongue up her cleavage when her hands relaxed, tasting her skin as he inhaled the intoxicating scent off it too. He nipped and sucked at her skin as he worked his way back up to her lips. She allowed him to let his tongue reach and dip into the hollow at the base of her throat before her fingers flexed and she pushed his head back down. ”The clasp’s in the front.” She hinted with a soft, little, kittenish purr as she rocked her hips to rub herself along his cotton-clad length. He groaned as his hips bucked in response. He nuzzled her cleavage and the inner curves of her breasts while his fingers blindly tried to figure out the clasp that kept them encased. She sighed and he almost exclaimed in triumph as the clasp gave and the cups of her brassier parted.

Chuck suddenly found the strength to escape her hands and lifted his head and cupping her brassier cups and her breasts to keep the undergarment in place. “Whoa whoa whoa… What about Casey and the cameras and the CIA surveillance?” he asked in a panic and she let out a throaty laugh. He found her response inappropriate, yet hearing her laugh like that sent a thrilling shiver down his spine too. “You have no idea the amount of points you just scored thinking of my modesty at this particular moment, all things considered, but I disabled all the surveillance before I came over.” She informed him and took his hands away before shrugging off the lace bra and letting it fall away.

He knew he was staring, but he couldn’t stop. Her breasts were magnificent. Full, perfect globes the size of creamy cantaloupes. Her nipples were, taut, plump, strawberry gumdrops set atop dusky, silver dollar areola sitting just a little high of centre so that they pointed to the ceiling. He licked his lips. They looked amazing and he was sure they would be delicious. Chuck frowned and finally managed to raise his eyes to her face as a puzzling thought broke through his fascination. “Why?” he asked, his voice sounding strained to his ears.

“Why what?” she enquired with a frown of her own. “Why’d you turn off the surveillance? You didn’t know we’d be…” he qualified his question fighting the urge to simply forget about it and continue what they were doing. “I… I knew we would be alone and I’m sure we’d at least talk. I didn’t think Casey or the CIA or the NSA need to be privy to what we had to say. I… I didn’t think we’d… I didn’t plan this, Chuck, but I do want it to happen.” She explained and made her position abundantly clear. If he could have, he would have kicked himself. “What the hell are you thinking?” he admonished himself before he captured her lips with his. He felt her lean her weight to the side as she kissed him back and he shifted his weight as well, letting his arms curl around her to guide her onto her back while he shifted to remain between her legs.

Her hands ran down his back and then her fingers worked their way under the waistband of his boxers to clutch at his buttocks. He nibbled his way down from her lips, running his tongue on her skin. He explored the curves of her breasts with his lips and tongue, slowly spiralling in to the taut peak of her nipple, feeling her quiver beneath him in reaction. Her hands, which were massaged his ass, flexed, her nails biting into his flesh as her back arched, her taut, quivering belly pressing hard up against his with a breathy little gasp escaping her lips as he caught and sucked hard at her nipple. She relaxed back onto the bed when he stopped sucking and instead laved the delicious nub with his swirling tongue. His dick throbbed, almost painfully hard with need and he couldn’t stop himself from dry humping. One of her hands left his ass in order to cradle his head and guided his mouth to her other nipple. Chuck loved the way her body reacted to his sucking lips as he lavished his attention on first one and then the other, managing to find his balance on one forearm to free a hand and bring it into play as well.

Sarah moaned breathily, her body undulating under his, her skin a silken caress as it slid along his. He was surprised when she pulled his head up, having gotten lost in the scent, taste and sound of her. Her eyes were heavy lidded and she licked first her lower and then her upper lip. “Please, tell me you have a condom.” She pleaded with a needy whine slipping into her sultry voice. Chuck smiled and then groaned in frustration when he realized he couldn’t reach his nightstand. He had to break contact and crawl off and away from her to do so and he did so with loathing. It took him a moment of rummaging to triumphantly draw out a slim, square, foil package. He turned back to her with a grin and a quip on his lips, which died as his jaw dropped when he saw her.

While he was busy getting the prophylactic, she’d shucked out of her panties and now reclined, completely naked on her side. “God, you’re beautiful.” He breathed out and he was surprised as he saw the little blooms of a blush redden her cheek as she coyly lowered her eyes away from his. He found it incredibly endearing the way she seemed to fluctuate between the in control seductress and nervous first-time lover. “Come here.” She invited softly and he found himself holding up a finger to tell her he needed a minute as he drank in her naked form before he slid closer to her. She reached for the waistband of his boxers and he lifted his hip off the bed so that she could stretch it clear of his erection and pushed it down his thighs to his knees.

He started to shuck them off and then froze, his eyelids fluttering rapidly, his breath catching in his throat as her fingers wrapped around his erection. Chuck closed his eyes and tried to control his breathing as his dick pulsed against the warm pressure and his balls twitched at the wonderful sensation of her fist slowly exploring his length. He was about to tell her to stop as his balls tightened, the pleasure of her touch causing the urge to simply erupt to test the limits of his control. But, he opened his eyes as her hand slipped away without his urging. Sarah took the condom from him and almost savagely bit it open, removed it and tossed aside the foil.

His dick twitched when she grasped his base and he just barely stopped his hips from bucking when the latex touched the tip. Her fingers were deft as she quickly unrolled the condom onto him and then her hands were at his hips, encouraging him to shift on top of her and between her invitingly spread legs as she shifted onto her back. He found himself hovering over her, her nipples tickling his chest as they lightly brushed across his skin when they breathed. His weight was distributed across his knees and his forearm as she reached down between them. She looked him dead in the eye as she grasped and guided him to her entrance. The thin, latex sheath hardly dampened the heat radiating from her sex as she slid him through her slick, slippery folds to seat him at her entrance.

Chuck pushed forward slightly to wedge himself securely in place, her inviting snatch enveloping his dick head. Her hand found his and he interlaced his fingers with hers, just above her head. Her other hand drew five tracks down his spine and then her fingers tensed around his and on his ass and he thrust forward. She sucked in a sharp breath and her eyes fluttered closed as her spine slowly curved off the bed as he drove into her. Chuck hissed through gritted teeth as he stretched and filled her while her snug channel surrounded him and drew a deliciously fiery trail of liquid heat and pulsing pressure along his length. Her legs drew up, the smooth inside of her thighs a satin caress as her long, shapely limbs wrapped around him as they became one.

Sarah twitched and shifted around him and although he tried to remain still in order to give her time to adjust, he couldn’t help slowly circling his hips to grind against her. She just felt that good. Her eyes opened as her spine softened, her full, cupid’s bow lips curving into a smile as her fingers relaxed too while her hips matched his slow oscillations. She turned her head and pressed her lips to his knuckled for a moment and then turned back to him. She said his name in a way that sent a thrilling shiver down his spine as her eyes sparkled with the invitation for him to continue and he accepted.

He moved slowly and tentatively at first, rocking his hips and measuring her reactions. Her fingers flexed on his ass and her hips humped upward to encourage him and he started to move faster. Chuck groaned as heavy surges of delight arched into his balls to tighten them and then spread out across his nervous system as his manhood traversed her snug, hot, but slick channel. She moved with him, their bodies syncing into an oiled, pleasure-creating union as they rocked and rolled, pumped and humped, ground and thrust at each other. Their lips met for short, hungry kisses only to part breathlessly as they sort air to fuel their pounding hearts and writhing bodies. Her taut nipples drew burning trails along his chest as they dragged back and forth, surrounded by the warm, firm pillows of her breasts.

Her skin was like satin against his, lubricated by the sweat of their labours as they strained together and exchanged breathy endearments and encouragements mixed with their groans, moans, gasps and grunts. Both of them were soon breathing hard, panting to get the air they needed as they exerted themselves in the pursuit of pleasure. He knew things were moving too fast, that the tension in his balls was building too quickly, but he just couldn’t stop. Her long, shapely legs were wrapped around him and tightened and relaxed as he drove forward and pulled back. Her sex was a velvet wrapped vice that caressed, massaged and tested the throbbing steel of his thrusting shaft.

It all grew too much. The very idea of doing this with Sarah was mind-blowing; actually doing it was just beyond comprehension. The anticipation, the tension, her reactions, the ever increasing surges of pleasure all combined to push him over the edge. He wanted to hold on, to keep going, to take her to the same pinnacle he was rushing towards, but his body betrayed him. The energy that had built in him started to lash out, suddenly and irrevocably beyond his control. His muscles ceased, arching his spine into a taut, vibrating bow and slamming his pelvis into hers. He threw his head back and let go of the roar that boiled up along with the pure unadulterated bliss of climax. Electric pleasure snaked and writhed through him, jumping from nerve to nerve and dancing through his blood as he erupted, his essence only separated from her by a thin layer of latex. His heart felt like it was trying to punch its way through his chest, his lungs were on fire as his hips bucked to add its impetus to the heavy spurts that were draining his balls.

Her hand tightened in his and her hand clutched at his back to pull herself up and he heard her gasp sharply and then let out a strangled wail that became a whimper before she tensed around him. A spike of pain flared and insinuated itself amongst the rush of pleasure as her sex squeezed and twisted around him and she shuddered underneath him. Her heels dug into the backs of his thighs and she mewled, her belly quivering where it was welded to his as her head dropped back to the pillows. Her back was arched off the bed, twitching as her sex rippled around him. He had thought that he had failed, but it seems he had managed to get her off to join him in completion despite his loss of control.

Her climax fed his, making his hips jerk and pump into her. The jolts of pleasure were again tainted with pain as his empty nuts contracted to expel seed they no longer contained. Chuck forced his head down and his eyes open and gasped at the incredible sight of Sarah Walker in the throes of orgasm. Her skin glistened with sweat and her hair formed a wild, golden halo around her face as her head pressed back into the pillow beneath it. Her nostrils were flared, her eyes were wide with her straight white teeth bared and trapping her full lower lip behind it, so hard he was surprised she didn’t draw blood. Her sex pulsed around him and his eyelids fluttered with the sensation of her caress.

Sarah’s fingers relaxed in his as the wild energy of climax ran its course and dissipated. His muscles shook with strain as the energy took his strength with it. He started to collapse on top of her and just managed to throw his weight to the side. He grunted and she groaned when he rolled off her and pulled out of her as the friction sent a whiplash echo of the orgasmic wildfire rippling through them both. Chuck stared up at the ceiling, licking his lips and swallowing hard as he tried to catch his breath. He turned his head at the strange sound of Sarah laughing softly. Her breasts shook with her restrained mirth even as they heaved as she too caught her breath and her forearm was thrown across her eyes.

“What? What is it?” he asked anxiously, confused at her reaction. “Was I that bad? Had she just been faking?” he wondered. Whether she was somehow able to read his mind or it just dawned on her that her laughter might be a touch inappropriate and it petered out. “I’m not laughing at you, Chuck.” She assured him as she rolled onto her side and shifted closer to him. “That’s good to know.” He replied, but the frown didn’t quite leave his forehead. “I was just thinking about what Casey must be thinking, not to mention Ellie and Awsome. There is no way any of them couldn’t have heard us, especially right at the end there.” She explained and snuggled against his side, her head coming to rest on his shoulder.

He thought about it and then chuckled too. “I can only imagine what Casey’s report is going to say.” He noted with amusement. “I’m sure he’ll be discreet… Actually, I’ll make sure of it.” She promised and although her tone was light, he could somehow feel the threat of violence directed at the NSA agent should he not co-operate. “We were quite loud weren’t we?” he mused with just a little pride before he dealt with the used condom. He pulled it off and knotting it before carefully laying it on the night stand for later disposal before settling back down. Sarah repositioned herself even more firmly against his side as he pulled the covers back around them.

Chuck curled his arm around her, letting his hand rest hesitantly on the curve of her hip, uncertain as to what was appropriate considering their earlier agreement. She snuggled against him, her hand coming to rest on his chest, her finger drawing a slow circle around his nipple and draped her leg over his causing his dick to twitch as her thigh brushed it. “This is as much a part of having this night as… As, what we just did.” She answered the question he didn’t know how to ask before pressing her lips to his skin. He kissed the top of her head and tightened his arm around her with a contented sigh while she tucked her head under his chin.

He let his fingertips draw aimless patterns on the sumptuously smooth skin of her hip as the emotional turmoil and physical exertion of their union started to catch up with him. He could feel her breathing slow as well. “Sarah?” he whispered to see if she was still awake and she murmured a response that let him know she was. Chuck swallowed as he chose his words carefully. “Sarah, I just want you to know that… That even if this is the only night we get to spend together like this or no matter what else happens… I want you to know that I… That I… I want you to know that you will always have a special place in my heart. And… And, that I will remember this night forever.” He told her sincerely, not quite able to bring himself to tell her that he loved her although he was sure he did.

He wasn’t sure she was still awake or if she had heard him as the silence stretched out between them. “Chuck…” she said his name softly, finally letting him know that at least she was still awake. “I know what I said earlier, but… Me and you… We are more than just a cover. I… I… Don’t know what that means exactly. It’s… It’s so complicated and I don’t know what’s going to happen, but you have to know that you also have a special place in my heart, Chuck Bartowski.” She confirmed her feeling for him too and he smiled as her words banished the nervous butterflies that had started fluttering in his belly. “And, who knows when or what else we might have to do to reinforce our cover again.” She continued quietly, but suggestively and he felt lips smile against his skin.

His dick tried to stir, but he was truly spent. Her silky, blonde tresses tickled the side of his skin as she shifted her head and nuzzled the side of his neck before becoming still. He reached over and turned off the lamp, casting the room into velvety darkness. Chuck stared up at the dark ceiling, unable to stop smiling. Her breathing became shallow and steady and her body completely relaxed against his as she fell asleep. Sarah was warm against his side and her words warmed the rest of him. If he was honest with himself he had dreaded the prospect of just going back to the way things were with only his memories for comfort and what memories they were. Nothing was set in stone, but she had given him hope for their future. She was right. “There’s all manner of things we might have to do to keep our cover believable.” He whispered into the darkness with satisfaction before letting slumber take him.

THE END?