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Chuck Versus the Romcom	By : MoreCharahPlease Category: 1 through F > Chuck Views: 6566 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Chuck Versus the Romcom
- 1
   Chuck felt the car slow a little and turn into what he assumed was a parking lot of some sort. He couldn’t be sure, though, because he wasn’t driving, nor were his eyes open. Sarah made him promise he would keep his eyes shut. She was surprising him with something. And she seemed excited about it.
   They’d decided to start their date night early, taking the entire day off from doing any work for Carmichael Industries, which was easy enough now that they were between clients. Sarah took him out for lunch and they’d eaten in Griffiths Park. She set up a picnic blanket and everything. They even snuck a little beer.
   It had been invigorating, and he felt a little like a teenager, drinking beer in the park and trying to hide it when other people strolled past. And then she had tugged him back to the car in the almost empty parking lot, ushered him into the back and made him lie down. What followed was something that they hadn’t done since before she’d lost her memory. And now that she had most of it back, now that they were as close as they’d ever been, Sarah had started surprising him like she used to.
   Not that he wasn’t hot for his wife, but Sarah Bartowski’s sex drive was off the charts. They had sex more now than they ever had before, and that was saying something. At their wedding reception, Morgan had said something about moving out of their apartment after Chuck and Sarah’s engagement because he couldn’t stand living with rabbits anymore. Even though Chuck had blushed and mimicked ringing his neck, he’d silently admitted Morgan was probably telling the truth. He’d say it was a problem, except that he and Sarah were fully enjoying it.
   In the lot of the park, hidden in the backseat, she’d hiked up her skirt, tugged his pants to his knees, and they’d engaged in a sensual quickie that set the inside of her car on fire. Not literally, but it felt like it. Pressing her against the seat, his pants and boxers at his knees, feeling her legs around him, her wet pussy squeezing his cock so perfectly as she whimpered in his ear.
   Chuck was grinning beneath closed eyes as the car finally slid to a stop. “So?” he asked. “Where are we?”
   She giggled and he felt her lean in and kiss the side of his face. “Open your eyes.”
   When he did, he was looking at an old box-like building that really looked like it could use some paint. Or a few coats of paint, even. “Um…”
   Sarah laughed. “It’s a movie theater.”
   “I’ve, um, wow, I’ve never been to this one, honey. That’s really nice. A midday movie.”
   “Well, let’s go!”
   She just looked so excited as she got out of the car, and Chuck moved slowly, trying to figure out what exactly they were doing here. The parking lot literally had four other cars, and this theater looked like the sort of place that would be bulldozed in a matter of days. But he walked with Sarah anyways, smiling at her when she took his hand and led him to the ticket purchasing window.
   The teen sitting behind the window looked up from the comic book he was reading and swished the blond fringe out of his eyes. He put his headset on and leaned in. “Hey.”
   “Hi. Can we get two for, um, the uh…” She gnawed on her lip and Chuck watched in wonder. What exactly was she doing? He’d never heard of any of these films. There was the typical romantic comedy that Ellie had wanted to see. And then actiony sounding movies. But nothing he was particularly keen on.
   Of course she picked the mindless romcom. And he smirked as the teen gave Sarah the tickets before muttering a bored “Enjoy the show” and going back to his comic book.
   This was really weird.
   For a moment he harbored the thought that she’d been taken over by the pod people. Maybe that was why she was taking him to a broken movie theater with no other people and…a romantic comedy? Not even a good one.
   But then he shook his head. That was silly. No pod person could do what Sarah had just done to him twenty minutes ago in the backseat of her car. The way she’d moved, how she’d known unconsciously what would make him come faster…That was all Sarah Bartowski.
   “Want popcorn?” he asked, and she eyed the snack stand a little funnily. “I’ll take that as a no.”
   She laughed. “I ate enough at lunch, I’m fine. You want some? We could share if you wanted.”
   In the end, he bought them a water to share, for a ridiculously exorbitant price, and they walked hand in hand into their theater. The previews had already started and Chuck realized as he carefully moved up the steps to follow a rather determined Sarah that this was a lot darker than most theaters tended to be. He could barely see Sarah’s back in front of him.
   He nearly tripped as they got to the back row, catching himself on the back of a seat, and smiling at Sarah as she glanced over her shoulder to check on him. Not that she’d see the smile. Although maybe she did because it wasn’t actually that dark. He could still see how excited she was as she walked him all the way to the corner.
   “Don’t you want better seats than this?” he asked, leaning close to her ear. She simply shook her head, a spark of mischief in her eyes as she plopped down into her seat.
   He shrugged and sat next to her, getting comfortable and lifting his arm to drape it over her shoulders. “So…why exactly are we seeing this dumb movie again?” he asked quietly.
   “Shh! It’s starting!” she hissed, though the amusement and mischief still hadn’t left her features.
   It was definitely not a good movie, and within the first twenty minutes, Chuck felt like leaning over again to ask Sarah if they could leave and do something more exciting. But then a middle aged man walked in wearing the maroon polo shirt that all of the employees had been wearing in the lobby, looked up, eyed Chuck and Sarah, then walked back out of the theater, looking incredibly bored.
   Chuck figured it was just like what they did at all theaters. Count how many people are in the seats, make sure no one’s sneaking into the movie without paying. They were the only two in the entire room.
   If the male protagonist of this damn film said “Bro” one more time, though, Chuck thought he would rip one of these chairs out Hulk-style and throw it at the screen.
   And that was when Chuck felt it.
   Sarah’s hand had been casually resting on his thigh for awhile now. It wasn’t anything new. She usually put her hand there when they sat beside one another. On the couch, in the car, at the table. It was her natural resting position. But now her hand slowly dragged around to his inner thigh, and even more slowly moved up his thigh. Her palm slid over his crotch above his jeans, and then suddenly pressed down, her hand squeezing the bulge under his pants.
   He gasped softly, and turned to look at her with wide eyes. “What are you doing?” he whispered.
   “Shh, just watch the shitty movie,” was her response, a smirk on her face as she repeatedly squeezed him, rubbing her hand over his groin over and over and over.
   Chuck clutched at the armrests, trying to control his breathing, squirming in his seat. It felt amazing, so amazing that he found himself focusing on the sensations instead of her actions. Which was why he was surprised when he heard the sound of a zipper.
   Looking down, he saw that Sarah had somehow undone his pants without him realizing. “Holy crap. Sarah…we—this isn’t a great idea,” he whispered a little desperately.
   “We absolutely can.”
   “N-No we can’t. They’ve got cameras in this place.”
   “I checked, Chuck. This place can’t afford cameras. It’s an old theater, old technology, on the brink of closing down. And there are no cameras. I looked when we walked in.”
   It was dark in here. How could she possibly even know if there were cameras?
   But then her hand was inside the front of his pants, clutching his sex over his cotton boxers and he found he didn’t care either way anymore. The heel of her palm rubbing slowly, achingly dragging over his cock…He let out a deep breath and melted into his seat.
   He tried not to think about how she must have been planning this for awhile, how she’d picked this theater on purpose, and the shittiest movie being offered, in the middle of the day, filled with workers who legitimately couldn’t care less about their jobs…Because if he thought about it too much, it would probably make him come faster. And he wanted to make this last. After all, the movie was two hours long. And they’d only sat through 25 minutes so far.   Sarah pulled her hand back and unclenched Chuck’s fingers from the armrest between them, pushing it up and out of the way so that she could scoot closer. She pulled his arm over her shoulders again, as he’d moved it when she started teasing him earlier.
   And then her hand was at the front of his boxers, her fingers dipping into the waistband. She rubbed them up and down over his skin just above his shaft and he squirmed some more, his eyelids fluttering. And when she wrapped her fist around his dick, he had to bite his lip to keep from groaning. She pumped him slowly, flicking her thumb over the tip whenever she got to the top. Chuck did his best to control his breathing.
   Though he almost completely lost control when she moved the boxers completely, tugging them away to make his cock pop free and stick straight up. He nearly protested, and not in a whisper either, but Sarah sprang quickly, lowering her head to his lap and rounding his cock with her mouth. Chuck’s protest turned into a strangled sound and he brought his right hand up to bite his fist.
   She was so skilled, immediately going to town on him. He felt her tongue sweeping up his shaft, her lips sliding up and down, her teeth nipping at him gently. Every time she blew, her cheeks puffing up, and then retracting again when she sucked again…Chuck felt like he might go mad.
   He set his left hand on her back, his fingers playing up her spine over the blouse she wore, until he reached the back of her neck where he teased her skin. He felt her body shiver beneath his touch and she started bobbing her head up and down, giving him an amazing blow job that was setting his body on fire. It was like they’d turned up the heat in the theater, turning it into a furnace. He was surprised he hadn’t made a sound yet. It just felt so damn amazing.
   Chuck looked down at her, watching in the darkness as she licked and sucked him, moving down far enough once that he felt her throat squeeze his head. He gently swept her hair out of her face and wiped at a tear that had escaped with his thumb, before slowly caressing her neck and throat.
   She suddenly pulled her mouth off of him then with a slurp and a pop. His penis still stood at full mast, aching for her attentions, but he was finally able to catch his breath a little. Lazily turning his head, he meant to tell her how amazing she was, or thank her, or something. But then he saw that she was busy hiking her skirt up for the second time that day. Dear God in Heaven, Sarah, what are you doing?
Sarah stood up and moved to stand in front of him in the aisle, her skirt around her waist. “Push your pants down a little,” she whispered over her shoulder, and he could barely hear it over the onscreen argument of the stereotypical rom-com couple who were currently in the I-Hate-You phase of their romance.
   Even though he thought this was nuts, he was so incredibly turned on by the sight of her, a flush on her face, the light playing off her gorgeous, impatient features, her long, bare legs visible on either side of him. So he pushed his pants halfway down his thighs, making sure his boxers were still up just enough to protect his bare ass from touching the old seat he sat on, but also keeping them out of the way as well. It took a bit of effort, but he did it, and that was when she sat down on him.
   She was facing the screen, probably meaning to keep watch, but that also meant he would be better able to hit her g-spot, so he welcomed the unorthodox position. Not that he ever wouldn’t.
   Sarah scooted up his legs and reached down. She eased herself up a little and her thigh muscles flexed gloriously, and he just barely caught sight of her moving her panties to the side. He grabbed his cock in one hand and her hip in the other, helping her to lower herself right onto his shaft. She sat fully on him, with only a soft sigh, biting her lip at him over her shoulder, her eyes flashing in desire.
   And then she was gyrating back and forth. He opened his mouth in a silent cry, grabbing her waist and pushing his face into her back. “Oh baby,” he whispered, loving the way this felt. He caught sight of her leg, and thought distantly about how strong and powerful his wife was. And he reached forward to close his hand over her thigh, squeezing in time with her movements.
   He heart her breath catch, felt it against his face, her body twitching. And then he slid his other hand down to her hip and started thrusting into her rolling hips. She whispered his name, tilting her head back and bracing her hands on his knees.
   Maybe he was a little ridiculous, having thoughts like this in the middle of hot movie theater sex, but he couldn’t help thinking Sarah was the most graceful woman he’d ever known. The way she moved her hips back and forth, and then in fluid circles, then back again…it was a testament to how incredibly sexy she was. It was almost like a dance…which he supposed was why there was such a thing as a “lap dance”.
   Shaking his head, Chuck reaching up to brush Sarah’s hair away from her neck, pressing his lips to her warm, soft skin and beginning to jerk his hips up to meet hers. She gasped and started moving faster and faster. He felt how hard and tense her thigh muscle was under his hand as she started bouncing in his lap. He heard the soft sounds of his cock sliding inside of her, focusing on her quiet gasps.
   It was so amazing, and he felt the tension mounting in his lower belly. “Lean forward,” he breathed in her ear, and she moved her hands from his knees to grip the seat back in front of her in her tight grip, leaning forward like he asked so that her torso tilted away from his.
   Chuck grabbed her hips in both hands and pounded into her, not caring that his seat was making quiet squeaks with each of his hard and fast thrusts. “Oh, Chuck,” he heard her pant under her breath.
   He yanked her onto his shaft repeatedly, feeling her use her legs and arms to slam herself back at the same time, her ass slapping against his front as their bodies met roughly.   And then he felt himself explode. He fought against the intense ecstasy to keep his wits about him and close his teeth on the inside of his cheek to keep from verbalizing his pleasure. And because he refused to find his finish without getting her off too, he reached around her body and grappled with the front of her skirt. Sarah must have known what he was doing, because she grabbed the skirt and lifted it so that he had easy access to her sex.
   Chuck immediately found her clit, and he rubbed it roughly as he thrusted his cock into her hot, wet center, emptying himself. He gasped against her shoulder and lifted his face to capture her ear between his lips, sucking it in between them and flicking it with his tongue. “You’re so sexy. Come for me, Sarah.”
   “Oh, rub me harder,” she whispered. “Harder.”
   He did, using two fingers to rub her clitoris, still thrusting against her even though he was almost empty.
   She gasped his name as she arched her back, and he wound his arm around her, pulling her back to his front and holding her tightly. He felt her walls spasm around his cock and he couldn’t help the soft groan he emitted into her hair.
   She put one hand over his that was stimulating her clit, and reached back with the other to tangle her fingers in his hair.
   They rocked together a few more times before Chuck fell back against his seat and brought her with him, letting her rest against his chest.
   Sarah turned her face into his neck and let out a soft, panting chuckle. “That was…wow.”
   Chuck couldn’t find the words to respond, so he just grinned and held her even tighter.
   “Wanna get out of this awful movie?” he finally heard her ask a few minutes later, still sitting in his lap even though they’d fixed their clothes back to wear they were supposed to be, like they hadn’t just had amazing sex.
   “Yes, please.”
   She giggled and stood from his lap, but her knees seemed a little wobbly so he grabbed her by her waist until she sent him a grateful smirk, amusement in her eyes. He laughed softly and grabbed her purse for her, standing up as well and leading the way out of the theater, guzzling half of the water bottle before passing it back to her.
   As they hurried out of the theater, not before doing a spot check of each other in the lit hallway, just to make sure it wasn’t obvious they’d had sex if any of the employees saw them leaving, Sarah tossed the now empty bottle into the recycle bin.
   Luckily, they didn’t run into anyone as they left. And Chuck wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop himself from giggling like someone who’d just gotten away with something really bad if he did run into an employee, so it was a good thing.
   They got into the car and lost it. He started the laughter, unable to contain it any longer. And she quickly joined in.
   “You planned this, didn’t you?” he asked from the passenger seat. And when she grinned and shrugged he took it as confirmation. “God, you’re seriously somethin’ else. I love you, you know that?”
   “I never would’ve gotten anybody but you to follow so blindly, though. Just cements what I’ve always known about you.” She sobered a little and raised her eyebrow at him.
   “What’s that?”
   She ran her eyes down his body appreciatively and it sent another thrill through him, making him shiver a bit. “You’re just as naughty as I am.”
   That made him laugh. “I wouldn’t be if it was anyone else but you. You really bring out the kink in me.”
   “Do I?”
   “Mmm yeah.”
   She started the car and put on her seatbelt. As he followed suit, he felt Sarah’s hand slowly drag through his hair and down the back of his neck, her touch sensual, sensual enough that he felt that telltale stir in his lower half again. Already. “What say we get home and you show me just exactly what you mean by that?”
   And suddenly it wasn’t just a stir in his lower half. It was full blown desire. Lust.
   As she raced back to their home, he praised the powers above that helped him find this woman. Because he had never thought he’d be this in love ever in his life. And to have his wife also be the sexiest, most wanton woman on the planet was a blessing he’d never thought he could ever deserve.
   He meant to spent the rest of his life trying to deserve her. In every way possible.
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