I still don't own Chuck. Not sure who does at this point. Maybe Subway.
This story continues the Negotiation arc and directly follows Taking One For the Team. Hopefully, this story will be a little lighter and more fun. Having said that, it wouldn't be a story without a little tension, right? If you haven't read Negotiation and Taking One For the Team, what the heck? Why do you think I write this stuff anyway? It's ok. Go read them right now. We'll wait.
Thanks to Happydayz for pulling double duty as my conscience in Brickroad's absence. Don't worry folks, her leash is just as short as Brickroad's. And thanks to Poa for stepping up as lead beta. I appreciate all of your help more than you'll ever know.
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Fred Jones sat by his pool admiring the day and counting his lucky stars. It was a day that the Orange Country Chamber of Commerce dreamed about. There was not a cloud in the sky. And even though it was not quite noon, the temperature was already in the mid-eighties. The sun reflecting off the water was so bright that if not for strong sunglasses, it would hurt your eyes. Jones had often wondered if such a luxurious pool was worth the time and expense required. After all, he rarely had time to enjoy it. He was always working. And he no longer needed it to impress the ladies. He couldn't even remember the last time that he had a party back here. But it was days like this that made him really appreciate one of the privileges accorded to a Fulcrum Elder. It was almost perfect
Then, suddenly, it was perfect. She burst out of the water. Her white string bikini contrasted with her tanned skin to create an almost angelic image. As she shook her head to clear the water from her face, the droplets on her body glistened as they caught the sun. She gently squeezed the excess water from her long blonde hair as she gracefully walked up the steps and out of the pool. With a beaming smile, she walked to the lounge chair that was next to where Jones was sitting. She grabbed her sunglasses from the table and placed them on her face. As she sat on the chair, she took a long drink from her Pina Colada and placed it back on the table.
"How did you enjoy your swim, my dear?" Jones asked. "How was the water?"
"It was perfect," Sarah said with a soft smile. "This day is perfect."
Jones had no illusions as to Agent Walker's motivation. Seduction of an enemy was on the very first page of the CIA playbook. And she clearly didn't trust him. So he needed to be on guard around her. If she wanted secrets, she would have to work for them. But he had to admit, it would be fun to see how far she was willing to go. And judging by what he heard last week when she was with Schultz, she was obviously willing to go quite far. Jones smiled as he thought of ways to make her go even farther. Maybe it was time to dust off all those old fantasies that were stored in the back recesses of his mind.
"I hope you don't mind," Sarah said as she untied the top of her bikini. "I hate tan lines."
Jones had to fight to keep the gasp from escaping his lips when she slid off her bikini bottom and kicked it to the side. He was in total awe as he beheld her lying there, completely naked except for her sunglasses. She was absolutely perfect. The coolness of the water had an obvious effect. Jones had never seen anything so erotic in his whole life. He was going to enjoy this battle of wills. He was very confident that he would soon have her on her knees… in more ways than one. But he would have to be careful. Underestimating her would quickly have him on his knees. And for a man in his position, that could be fatal. So he was going to be very careful indeed.
"Well," Sarah said softly without moving her head. "Are you just going to sit there staring at me, or are you going to help me put on this suntan lotion?"
"Excuse me, sir," the receptionist said, startling Jones from his daydream. "They are ready for you."
"Thank you, Carol," Jones said with a smile as he stood up from his chair. It had been a while since the Elders had met in person. Since they usually only bothered to invest in all of the required travel in times of crises, that was usually a very tense event. Fortunately, Jones had perfected his very own relaxation technique. As he opened the door he made a mental note to help plan his evening.
Once he was home, he would finish imagining putting the lotion on Sarah Walker and think up where that would take them.
But he was fairly sure that he already knew.
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"Do you think I'm obsessed?" Sarah asked. She said it so softly that Chuck had to replay her words in his mind to make sure that he heard her correctly. They were sitting at the table enjoying the quiet of the morning and their first cup of coffee.
"It depends," Chuck said with a grin. "Obsessed about what?"
"You know," Sarah said without meeting Chuck's eyes as the blush began to travel up her neck. "Sex. I don't know what's gotten into me. I've never felt like this in my life. I hope it's not too much. You would tell me if it was too much, right?"
"Sarah," said Chuck as his eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about?"
"Five times in the last fifteen hours," Sarah said with a sigh. "It must be the hormones. I'm so sorry, Chuck. I've never been like this."
Chuck just looked at her like she had grown another head. "You're apologizing for having too much sex?" he asked incredulously.
"Well," Sarah said as a slight smile began to appear. "It's been fantastic. I just don't want to wear you out or anything. I've missed you so much."
"I don't think you have to worry about that," Chuck said with a laugh. "It's been fantastic for me too. For one thing, you could never seduce me if I didn't want you to. For another, I'm pretty sure that I seduced you at least three of those times."
"You so cute," Sarah said as the smile became more pronounced. "You really believe that, don't you?"
"Which one?" Chuck asked. "Well, I guess that it doesn't matter. They're both true."
"Chuck," Sarah said, now with the gleam in her eye apparent. "I could seduce you anytime I wanted. You wouldn't stand a chance."
"What!" Chuck exclaimed in mock anger. "We've just made love five times. I think I'm good for a few days."
"Today," Sarah insisted. "I could seduce you today."
"I'm not trying to start a fight," Chuck said. "But I really don't think so."
"This isn't a fight," Sarah said. "This is a friendly disagreement between lovers. I'm absolutely sure that I could seduce you. How would you like to make this interesting?"
"What do you have in mind?"
"I'll seduce you before midnight," Sarah said with a grin. "By any means necessary. If I fail, you get to choose your reward just like if I forget to say 'I love you' for a day. By the way, I love you."
"I love you too. And if you win?"
"Same thing," Sarah said. "I get to choose my reward."
"Be careful," Sarah said with a laugh. "My hormones are really driving me to imagine some pretty wild things."
"Don't worry your pretty little head," Chuck said as he matched her laugh. "I can get wild with the best of them."
Sarah got up and walked over to Chuck and sat on his lap. Then she put her head on Chuck's shoulder. "I was being flippant just a second ago," she said softly. "But it's true. I love you. And even more than that, I appreciate you."
Chuck reached down and kissed Sarah tenderly. Quickly the kiss escalated until it was pretty intense. Suddenly, Chuck realized what was happening and broke the kiss.
"Anytime I want," Sarah said with a smile. "And that wasn't even the good part. This is how I'm going to win." She put her head back on Chuck's shoulder and began to whisper in his ear. Chuck's eyes widened as he listened to her. Finally he couldn't help but whine.
"That's not even fair."
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The dimly-lit room became silent as the Supreme Commander of Fulcrum entered the room, shrouded in a deeply hooded black robe. He took a seat at the head of the long oval table, at the darkest end of the room. The eight Fulcrum Elders, including Jones, glanced at one another nervously. This was a rare moment, indeed. The Fulcrum leader made only occasional appearances, and even then, he had never seated himself at one of their meetings. He was almost always otherwise occupied with business concerning The Ring. Someone coughed, but otherwise, the room was silent.
"Mr. Jones," the leader stated.
"Yes," Jones began in a high-pitched voice. He cleared his throat. "Yes, sir," he said more firmly.
"Congratulations on your recent success," the leader said. "I can't tell you how important that was. We need the revenue from those enterprises to fund our domestic operations. Even though we all know how distasteful some of those activities are, a disruption would have been a major blow."
"Thank you, sir," Jones said. "I'm always happy to contribute in any way that I can."
"It has also come to my attention that you have initiated contact with one of the CIA's top agents, and that she was instrumental in your recent mission."
Jones straightened his posture and leaned forward. "Yes," he said confidently. "Sarah Walker."
Every Elder in the room eyed Jones with envy.
"Excellent, Mr. Jones." The Fulcrum leader folded his hands upon the table. "I have another assignment for you to consider."
Jones tried to keep from smiling. "Yes?"
The leader paused as he looked over the group thoughtfully. "This is a marvelous opportunity," he said finally. "Sarah Walker is legendary. A tool like we have never had. We would like you to use her to attack the CIA itself, from the inside. You may, of course, use any means necessary to achieve that result. And your brethren," the leader opened his hands face up and extended his arms to gesture at the Elders sitting around the table, "will assist you as needed."
"She has friends, family. A boyfriend," said Jones, no longer keeping the smile from his face. "I may need some assistance to convince her."
"Do as you deem necessary. Fulcrum has always believed that sacrifices must be made for the greater good." The Fulcrum leader paused. "Will you accept this assignment, Mr. Jones?"
"Absolutely," said Jones. He couldn't believe that he had been offered such an opportunity. A chance to prove his worth to Fulcrum. A chance to exert power over his colleagues, several of which he owed more than a little payback. And, the creme de la creme, a chance to work with Agent Walker again. She had a boyfriend, yes, but accidents happened everyday. And if he could somehow pin the accident on the CIA, she might even turn to Fulcrum. Turn to him for support. Imagine Sarah Walker using his shoulder to cry on. He had to clear the image out of his mind to concentrate on the meeting.
"Very well," said the leader, rising and leaving the room. He would leave the rest of the meeting to the Elders. After all, they still had a very full agenda.
Very well, indeed, thought Jones. He made a mental note to himself with a grin that he couldn't suppress.
Buy some more suntan lotion.
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