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Chuck Versus the Camcorder	By : MoreCharahPlease Category: 1 through F > Chuck Views: 15242 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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   Chuck felt his phone buzz in his pocket as he walked into the courtyard of his apartment complex. He paused by the fountain to dig his phone out and look at the screen. Sarah’s smirking face looked up at him and he found himself grinning even as he unlocked the phone and bought it to his ear.
   “Hey, beautiful.”
   “Hi,” she said, her voice cracking in happiness.
   “What’s up?”
   “Nothing much. I was just wondering when you were gonna be done with taking Morgan to the airport.” There was something in her voice, something…mischievous. It sent a thrill through him even though he knew she was buried in paperwork at Castle today. But Morgan was on vacation with his extended family for an entire week and Chuck had the apartment all to himself now. He had every intention of inviting Sarah over for a romantic dinner by candlelight, maybe a movie…and other things.
   “I’m, uh…I’m done now. Why?”
   “Oh. Where are you?”
   “At my apartment.”
   There was a sudden pause on her end of the phone. “Wait. What? At your apartment?”
   “Yeah. I just got back. Why?”
   He heard quick shuffling, her voice a little hurried. “Oh. Okay. Well…that’s good.”
   “What are you doing? How’s the paperwork coming?” he asked a little tentatively.
   “Paperw—Oh, that. I’m done with that.”
   Chuck pulled his keys from his pocket and stopped at his front door, shoving the key into the lock and twisting to pop the door open. He could have sworn he’d left the lights off when he and Morgan left for the airport. It had already been getting dark by the time they went out to the Herder. He would have known if he’d left them on.
   But when he shut the door behind him, he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. The flash of blonde was what put him at ease before he made a fool of himself and screamed. And when he turned to face his girlfriend of a month and a half, he found himself smiling in relief. “What on God’s earth are you doing in my apartment, Agent Walker?” he asked, pocketing his phone.
   And that was when he saw she wore his dark green Link T-shirt that he’d bought in college…and from his vantage point, there was nothing but long, smooth leg under that. “Wha—Hiyo.” With great effort, he looked back up to her face. Of course she was smirking. She knew what she looked like. And she knew the effect she had on him.
   “Sorry if I scared you.”
   “N-No, you…” He took a deep breath and felt a semblance of normalcy return to him. “You didn’t scare me. Well, you did. For a second. Because the lights were on—”
   “I turned them on when I got here.”
   “Yeah, how did you get in here? You know what? That’s a stupid question. I know how you got in here,” he said flatly, raising an eyebrow. “Breaking into my apartment now, Sarah? Some would call that an unhealthy situation in a relationship.” He smirked to make sure she knew he was teasing her and she glared good-naturedly.
   “I didn’t break in. You left the Morgan door unlocked and I can’t believe I just called it the Morgan door. Your window. In your bedroom. Was unlocked. Which, by the way, is a national security issue.”
   He winced. “Right. About that…”
   “Lock your window, bub.”
   Maybe it said something about just how much of a nerd Chuck Bartowski, newly deemed agent of the CIA, was that his girlfriend calling him “bub” immediately sent the blood pooling in his lower half. It was just that she’d learned that term just last week when he told her about Wolverine, and God, she was using it against him now.
   “Trust me, it’s going to be locked from now on,” he said, trying not to let her see how it had affected him.
   “Good.”
   “Although, I have to ask. Are your clothes somehow unsatisfactory? Because I find you in my T-shirts more often than not these days.” He let his eyes run down her legs again as he tossed his keys in the clay bowl near the door and walked closer to her.
   “Your shirts are comfortable,” she shrugged, tilting her head cutely.
   “Yes, this is why I buy them.”
   “Why, Chuck? You don’t want me to wear your shirts anymore?” And then she had the hem of the shirt in her fists and she was slowly lifting it up, revealing pale green boy shorts that definitely set his heart to racing. “I can take it off.”
   He reached out and grabbed her wrists, stopping her as she smirked up at him. “You’re somethin’ else, Sarah Walker. You can wear anything you want to.”
   “Oh, that’s sweet,” she chuckled, leaned up to kiss his chin. “Did Morgan get off okay?”
   “Ummm, I mean, he met up with the rest of his family. But he probably won’t be boarding for another twenty minutes or so. He said he would text me then.” He smiled down at her, leaning in to kiss her lips softly. Kissing this woman was one of his favorite things in the world, and he grinned to himself as she bumped her nose against his.
   “Mmm,” she hummed as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close, letting her lips mark a pattern along his jawline. “I hope you don’t mine me showing up unannounced like this. But I finished at Castle an hour ago,” she kissed his neck, “and thought I would come here and wait to surprise you.” She kissed his neck again.
   “You never have to announce yourself, Sarah,” he grumbled, because she was just so close, and she was wearing very little. He could see the faint outlines of her nipples pressed against her shirt—or rather his shirt. And she smelled so damn good. “And this was a wonderful surprise, I gotta say.”
   “Oh, you haven’t seen the surprise yet,” she chirped, rocking back onto her heels.
   “I, uh…I haven’t?”
   “Mm mm.” Sarah looked excited, and then there was a bit of nerves underneath it. Like she was unsure about her surprise. That spurred his curiosity even more. “C’mere.”
   She slid her hand into his and pulled him fully into the hallway, walking backwards, slowly, leading him to his bedroom door that was barely ajar. And then she moistened her lips, took a deep breath, and tugged him into the room.
   It looked the same as it always did. He wasn’t sure if he was disappointed…or simply confused. “Wha, uh, I’m sorry. I don’t get it. Where’s the surprise?” He turned to look at his girlfriend who was chewing her lip a little.   “Chuck, do you remember on the train in Europe when we were talking…” He should remember, he thought to himself, since there were so few instances that they’d talked. It had mostly been sex, with short interludes of recuperation with quiet discussion and cuddling. “…And you said that by the time we got off the train, we’d have run out of new things to do…you know, sexually.”
   He swallowed and scratched behind his ear. “Oh. Yes. Um…I did say that, didn’t I?”
   “You did. And I mean, that didn’t happen obviously. And I don’t want you to take this the wrong way…” Uh oh, he thought to himself. And he braced himself for whatever it was that was coming next. He sucked in bed? She was bored? She was faking orgasms? A thousand awful things went through his mind.
   “It’s just that I had an idea. It’s by no means reflective of the quality of our sex life. Because to be honest, it just keeps getting better and better.” Well, that was much better than he’d been dreading she’d say. “The sex is…amazing, is what I’m saying. Really amazing. And I can’t imagine anything changing in that respect.” She moved close to him and tucked her hands under his jacket, pushing it over his shoulders until it was off of him and in her hands. She tossed it onto his dresser with spy-like precision and he was suddenly incredibly turned on. “You make me so hot, Chuck Bartowski. And I got this idea…if you don’t like it, it’s totally okay. I—”
   He cut her off, tugging her against his front and kissing her passionately, his tongue teasing her lips. She opened her mouth to him and they both moaned, their hips grinding together as she pushed herself against him even more.
   And then he pulled back a little, panting after the long, lusty kiss. “Just tell me what’s going on in that clever head of yours, Sarah.”
   Her lips flickered into a smile and her eyes opened, so blue and stormy. “I bought a video camera.” His brain plummeted straight to his crotch at that. “I thought we could record it. I mean, you know, us. I read this thing on the internet,” she rushed on when he didn’t respond, “just like, you know, one of those magazines that has sex tips for women. And they said that you and your partner could record yourselves having sex and then later on move to another setting where you’d play it back. And the sex is supposedly seriously hot. I don’t know why, exactly, I guess it’s the sound of it maybe? Or seeing it while you’re feeling the…Was this a dumb idea?”
   “No!” he exclaimed, grabbing her hips and holding her close. “No, not at all. Not dumb at all. I mean, considering the things we did in that train…and what we’ve gotten up to in your hotel room…”
   “Like the time the front desk had to call and ask us to be quiet?” she asked, and he could tell she was still embarrassed about that, even though there was amusement in her features. And they had laughed about it then. That was a good night, and Sarah wasn’t the only loud one that resulted in the 2am phone call.
   He chuckled and nodded. “It’s like I told you before. I’d try anything once.”
   There was something almost feral in the way her blue eyes flashed then and she pulled away from him and walked to the corner where he noticed a black camera bag for the first time, as well as a tripod. “Oh wow. Sarah. This is kind of…intense.”
   “It’s an investment,” she said with a shrug, but there were two patches of red on her cheeks. He loved how shy she got about sex sometimes. But then the moment they got under the sheets, she was explosive. She knew what she wanted and she asked for it. And when she took control…God, they needed to set up the camera now.
   He followed her to the bag and helped her with it. “I’ve set up plenty of these in my time,” he admitted as he unfolded the tripod and stood to his full height again. Then he realized what he’d just said and how it must have sounded when Sarah stopped, raising an eyebrow. “I-I mean, not for sex. I haven’t…There aren’t videos of me having sex with women floating around or anything. This is gonna be a first for me. I just mean, you know, at the Buy More, people need help with camera…you’re laughing at me now.”
   He sighed and chuckled as she giggled at him, and then her hand was twisted in his shirt and she was tugging him in for a hot kiss, nipping at his bottom lip with her teeth before she pulled away. “Can we get this thing set up already? You know I get hot when you blush.”   Chuck groaned a little and hurried with the camera, turning to eye Sarah as she bent over to pick up the lens cap she’d just dropped on the floor. His gaze halted on the sight of her perfect ass, his shirt falling to reveal more than Sarah had probably meant for him to see.
   And when she straightened up and turned to him, she must have seen the lust in his eyes, before she smiled slowly. “What are you up to, Bartowski?” She sauntered close to him and moved to set the camera on the tripod, but he covered it with his hand so that she pulled it back and looked up at him in confusion. “What is it?”
   Chuck took the camera from her, knowing he might be taking a risk. But they were already here, already at the point of preparing to record themselves having sex. He moistened his lips and looked down at the camera. And then he turned to to point at her. “Is it charged?”
   “Yeah. All ready for us.”
   “Good.” He opened the screen, turned on the camera, and pressed record. “Take off my shirt.”
   There was a flood of heat in her features and her eyelids fluttered. Smiling right at him, she stepped back and slowly lifted the shirt up her torso, taking the time to let her hands drag over her skin. “This shirt?” she asked innocently.
   “Mhm.”
   She lifted it over her head then, and her beautiful plump breasts sat so perfectly on her chest. He wanted to touch them, suck on them, but instead, he kept the camera pointed at her. She dropped the shirt at her feet and slid her hand from her belly button, up her stomach and ribcage, and finally over her breast. She squeezed herself and mewed softly. “How’s that, Chuck?”
   “Mmm, perfect,” he breathed. “Now take the rest off,” Chuck said, his eyes dropping to her boy shorts. She was practically vibrating in excitement, and he could see in her eyes that she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her. But they had plans and they were keeping to them.
   Sarah slid her fingers into the waistband of her boy shorts and ever so slowly slid them down her legs, still not tearing her eyes away from his. She stepped out of them and dropped them on his shirt, standing completely naked in front of him and posing with her palms up, as though she were saying “Here I am.”
   “Lie down on the bed.”
   She complied, lowering her ass to the bed and splaying her body out. Chuck ran the camera from her head all the way down to her toes, then back up again. She had a shy look on her face, and it only made it that much hotter. He wasn’t sure how well Sarah would take this, but he was going to attempt it anyhow. She was just so sexy lying there for him, for the camera.
   And he didn’t want to sully the beautiful picture that was Sarah Walker completely naked.
   “Touch yourself,” he said. “I want you to come.”
   Sarah stared up at him wide-eyed, gaping. He thought he’d crossed the line for just a second, but then she smirked so hard he nearly fell backwards. “You gonna record me getting myself off, baby?”
   He merely chuckled at her in response, keeping the camera on her as she started massaging her own breasts. She hummed in pleasure, tilting her head back and biting her lip. And then she ever so slowly dragged her hand from her tit down her belly. Until finally she cupped her own sex and began sliding her fingers over her slit.
   Chuck had never seen a woman masturbate before, outside of the porno his frat buddies watched at Stanford. And it had weirded him out a lot that the guys liked watching porn in groups. He walked in on the viewing party once, and thank God they’d all had their hands where he could see them…But the woman on the TV had her legs opened wide, her own fingers buried inside of her pussy. He’d laughed at them, then, calling them sick bastards before grabbing a beer and heading back up to his room.
   He could still conjure the image now if he tried, even though it was so many years ago.
   But he didn’t want to try. He didn’t have to. Because here in front of him was the hottest, most stunning woman to ever exist in the history of universe. She was splayed out for him, masturbating, looking straight at him.
   Sarah sped her fingers up a little, rubbing herself roughly and letting her head fall back. “Ah! Oh God, yes! Yes!”
   Chuck stepped to the side for another angle. “That’s it, Sarah. Keep going.”
   This was so damn hot, watching her chest heaving as she flicked her own clit with one hand and kneaded her own breast with the other, squirming in ecstasy. And then her lusty blue gaze met his again over the camera. “You like this, baby? Huh? Ah! Hnngg, yesss!”
   “Oh yeah,” he breathed, watching as she clenched her jaw and arched her hips off the bed, finally burying two of her fingers inside of her. “That’s it. I wanna see you come, baby.”
   He kept the camera pointed at her pussy as her fingers plunged in and out repeatedly. She cried out in pleasure and arched her back again, turning her face into the duvet and biting it. He made sure to get that in the shot, too. Just when he was about to tell her to look at the camera, her now dark, piercing gaze lifted to the camera and she looked straight into it. He watched on the screen as her face crumbled in absolute mind blowing rapture as her fingers sped up in his peripheral. He knew the look well. She’d found her own g-spot. She kept her gaze on the camera though as she raised her lower half in the air for him to look at better. And then her eyes lifted to catch his own. “I want you inside me, Chuck,” she whimpered. “I want to feel you inside me.”
   As she moaned, pulling her fingers out and starting to stimulate her clit roughly again, he kept the camera focused there and reached down with his free hand, unbuttoning his jeans and then unzipping them. Sarah made a particularly sexy whining sound and Chuck slid his hand down the front of his boxers, wrapping his fingers around his hard cock and grinding the heel of his palm along the base. “Oh, fuck this is so hot,” he breathed.
   Sarah opened her eyes and lowered her gaze to where Chuck was pleasuring himself while watching her do the same and a smile stretched across her face. “Point the camera there, Chuck,” she said, still flicking her own nub. “I want something to look at, too.”
   He followed orders, pointing the camera down and recording the sight of his hand buried in his boxers, moving up and down his length. You really couldn’t see much, even with the way Chuck pulled the waistband away a little, but the insinuation of what was going on down there was evident. And judging by the starstruck look on Sarah’s face, she was going to really enjoy watching this part.
   Finally, Chuck turned the camera back to Sarah, leaning over her a little to get an angle from directly above her.
   “I’m gonna come,” she panted. “Oh thank God. I want to feel you, baby.”
   And as tempting as it was to point the camera at her pussy when she finally experienced her first orgasm of the night, Chuck instead pointed it at her face. Because he loved Sarah Walker’s climax face. She was so hot. The way she opened her mouth, her brows furrowed, her eyes became so incredibly stormy and unfocused. As Chuck watched his girlfriend orgasm, he pumped his own cock faster.
   “Oooh fuck yes, Chuck! Oh yessss!!! Hnnnngggggg!”
   She repeated his name over and over as she came, still roughly rubbing her fingers over her sex. He groaned happily, thrusting himself into his masturbation until she finally seemed to come down from her high.
   Chuck pulled his hand out of his boxers then, his dick still hard and pulsing, and he stopped recording, setting the camera on the bed next to Sarah and lowering himself down to grind his chest against hers, kissing her neck, then her jawline, and finally catching her lips in a heated kiss. He could feel how hard her nipples were against him and it drove him mad with need.
   Sarah whimpered into the kiss and pulled back a little. “Mm, Chuck. Wait. Set up the camera first.”
   He’d nearly forgotten. And as he pushed himself back up to his feet, she sat up and ran her hands through her hair.
   Chuck could see by the look in Agent Walker’s eyes that this was just the beginning of the night.
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