Title: Close Enough
Author: htbthomas
Fandom: Chuck, set after Season 2 finale
Pairing: Chuck/Sarah
Prompt: adventures
Rating: R/NC-17
Word Count: 1,229 words
Beta: damalur
Author’s Note: I will be updating "Five Times Awesome Saw Chuck's Awesomeness" next week -- this week is the Dreamwidth P**n Battle Challenge, and I had several I wanted to write! This one is my Chuck/Sarah entry.

So this is the glamorous life of a ‘real spy’.

A windowless shipping crate, smelling of the sweat of the hopelessly desperate prisoners who preceded us. A pair of handcuffs binding us together, the metal biting into my wrists. The chill of dank air on my mostly bare skin.

Remind me why I decided to re-upload the Intersect?

Oh, yeah, because I said I would never be the guy out saving the world, and Sarah had told me, “How many times do you have to be a hero to realize you are that guy?”

When the woman of your dreams tells you something like that, how can you not try to live up to it with every fiber of your being?

Of course, it’s brave gestures like that which land you in lockup in some Eastern European country, with no idea where you are and no hope of rescue. They stripped us down to our skivvies when they caught us -- took our guns and smashed my GPS watch before cuffing us and throwing us in the back of a truck. Who knew how many miles and how many borders we were from the last place we saw Casey? Sure, the General probably had a crack team searching for us, Casey at the front, but how in the world would they find us?

I sigh. Finally, I’m all alone with Sarah, no cameras, no tracking devices -- and I can’t move my arms enough to scratch my own back.

“We’ll get out of this, Chuck,” Sarah assures me.

I laugh humorlessly. “I wish I was as sure of that as you are. There’s nothing for me to flash on, no bad guys to use my Chuck-fu on, and nothing for you to shoot, even.”

“We’ve been in more hopeless situations. Something will come up, trust me.”

“I trust you, Sarah.” It is the one thing I’ve learned to do without question, a far cry from when we first met and I wasn’t sure whether I could trust Sarah or Casey. Now I’d trust either of them with my life, unquestioningly.

But only Sarah do I trust with my heart.

“You sure the Intersect isn’t giving you any hints for how to escape?”

“Believe me, it’s trying.” I look around at the corrugated metal of our prison for the umpteenth time, searching for anything different I can use. “It’s told me the type of crate we’re in, the likely location of our imprisonment, three ways to fight while handcuffed to another person...” I sigh again. “None of that helps when your captors leave you alone for hours and never get close enough to touch.”

Sarah’s voice lowers. “You’re close enough to touch me...”

My groin tightens involuntarily. I’m glad she can’t see how my face flushes. “Yes, but only your hands.” I gently stroke her fingers with mine, and then I lower my voice. “I want to touch so much more.”

I hear her breath catch. “Like what?” she whispers.

The tone of her voice makes me feel bold. “Well, first I’d run my fingers through that gorgeous blonde hair, sending tingles down your spine. I’d follow those tingles with my fingers... and then my mouth.” It is easy to imagine what I’d do if we were finally alone -- I’ve been dreaming about it for two years now.

“Go on,” she breathes.

“I would focus next on your perfect breasts -- I would cup them in my hands, taking them in my mouth one at a time, just to see the way they pucker with your arousal.”

“Yes.” She draws out the sibilant ‘s’ like a sigh of pleasure. “And?”

“And... when you couldn’t take any more, I would kiss down to your belly button, tasting its sweetness before heading south.” I can’t believe I am really saying all of this aloud. But when there’s no hope of actually getting to do any of it, it’s easier to pretend. “You’d throw your head back and I would spread your thighs with my hands, caressing their tender skin.”

Sarah is almost panting now behind me. The sound spurs me onto more, even as I am growing hard with frustrated lust.

“I would kiss you, just there...” I make a light kissing sound with my lips, and she whimpers softly in response. “... until I found just the place that made you moan. I wouldn’t stop until you were screaming my name.”

Her hands clench around mine, almost orgasmically. “Chuck,” she says hoarsely.

“Sarah.” I squeeze her hands back. “I wish that wasn’t just a fantasy.”

“Me too.” She begins to scoot as close as she can to me, until her shoulders are just barely touching mine. “Don’t you want to hear what I would do to you?”

I swallow hard. “Yes, please.”

“I would kiss you slowly on that amazing mouth, tasting every centimeter. Then I would move to your neck, to feel the beating of your heart beneath my lips.”

I can almost feel the sensation of her lips there, though all that is really there is grime and sweat. “Uh huh?” I manage to say.

“Uh huh.” She chuckles in a sultry way. “And of course, I would have to lick my way down your chest, taking special care with those pecs and abs we’ve been working so hard to get into shape.”

I let out a long unsteady breath. Visualizing this is nearly sending me over the edge.

She carries on, her voice a model of seduction. “Then I would wrap my hand around your shaft, to guide you inside me. All that work you did to get me wet... we couldn’t let it go to waste.”

“Guhhh...” is the only sound that comes out.

She turns her head as far as she can, to get as close to my ear as possible. “And then I would ride you so hard you’d see stars.”

I want nothing more than to suddenly gain super-human strength, burst our bonds and take her there, right against the rusty wall.

And then the door busts open on one end of the crate, and we both jump like frightened rabbits. “Walker! Bartowski!” Casey shouts as he strides in, armed to the teeth.

I curl my legs into a ball, frantic to hide my very obvious erection from the Colonel.

Sarah is much more professional. “Casey! Thank God.”

He quickly removes our cuffs. Sarah jumps up and unkinks her arms and legs, totally unselfconscious. Casey holds a hand out to me to help me up. I brush it away. “I’ll be fine, Casey.” I turn away from him as I stand, mortified, trying to cover myself without looking like I’m doing that.

But I fail spectacularly. “Bartowski, what the hell...?” His face twists into a weird combination of disgust and amusement. Without a word to me, he walks to the opening and calls out to one of the rescue team. “Parker, toss me one of the blankets.”

He hands me the blanket a few moments later, not meeting my eyes. “Get yourself under control, Bartowski.”

Sarah’s tiny smile does not help one bit.

“Agent Walker,” I murmur just low enough for her to hear. “You’d better wipe that grin off your face... or I’ll do it for you.”

She winks, a promise in her twinkling eyes. “I look forward to it, Agent Bartowski.”