Sorry for the long wait. The need for updates was much less now that Chuck and Sarah are pretty much the most adorable couple ever and school lately had been insane. Thank god finals are over. Also, sorry for people who liked Hannah. I don't have much against her except maybe she was a little too clingy. Still, the exes in this story are the villains so don't freak out too much is she comes off as OOC.
Before I forget, the song for last chapter's little easter egg is "Remember to Breathe" by Dashboard Confessional, which apparently many of you are fans of as well.
The couple walked hand in hand through the sea of tired and hurried people, looking at each other as if they were the only two left on Earth. The woman was breathtaking and had a certain glow about her. Men's wandering eyes followed her everywhere she went, but it wasn't until further inspection that they realized the man whose hand she was holding didn't belong to their competition. It didn't, because he had already won. A diamond ring and matching wedding band adorned her finger, the stone reflecting a piercing light that stabbed right into the hearts of hopeful suitors. All speculation that maybe the spark in their marriage had fizzled out was instantly proved to be just that when they stopped to stand in line at the ticket counter and she spun around and kissed him adoringly. The diamond ring shone brightly as it slipped through his brown curly hair and eventually rested lightly on his jaw. Her husband took her into her arms once their lips had parted and she relaxed comfortably with her head on his chest and arms around his waist. Together they gently swayed back and forth as they waited for their turn in line.
"Chuck?" she said.
"Yeah?" he replied in a muffled voice since his chin was pressed into her blonde silky hair.
"What about kids?"
Chuck smiled as he stared into open space. "I don't know, Sarah," he said patronizingly, "what about kids?"
"I want them." She lifted her head up so she could look into his eyes. Her gaze flickered between his eyes and she had that tiny nervous crease between her eyebrows as she waited for his reaction. They had been discussing their future together ever since they had said "I do" and there didn't seem to be any end in sight yet.
"Me, too," he told her.
A smile erupted across Sarah's face and she stood on her toes to kiss him again. "I love you so much."
Chuck smirked as he kissed her again. "Always nice to hear," he confessed after the kiss. Sarah ran her index finger flirtatiously down over his lips leaving him open-mouthed. "Alright, Mrs. Bartowski," he said as he readjusted his grip around her frame, "and how many kids would you like?''
Sarah pursed her lips and looked to the side as she contemplated her answer. "Two boys and two girls. Boy, girl, girl, boy. In that order."
"Sounds like we're going to have to start strategizing our positions," Chuck mumbled into her ear.
"You know, it's funny you say that," she said playfully, "since I've heard that if you go through the entire Kama Sutra with someone you're bound to get exactly what you were hoping for." (Sarah had never heard this.)
"Is that so?" he said right back at her. Sarah nodded persuasively. "Well it looks like our plane doesn't leave for a couple hours…" he said suggestively, throwing in the Bartowski Eyebrow Dance at the end and making her laugh. He decided against telling her he had spitefully gone out and bought the entire unabridged version of it after finding it in Shaw's library that one time.
"Mmhmm, and the plane doesn't land for hours either," she said flirtatiously, running her hands underneath his shirt and massaging his bare lower back. If that wasn't a tempting offer, Chuck didn't know what was.
Finally they were next to walk up to the counter to print out their tickets. Sarah typed in the information for their tickets and Chuck started reading the flight listings displayed on the screens above.
"Oh no," Sarah heard him groan. She looked up from what she was doing and asked him what was wrong. "Flight's delayed two hours. They all are." Chuck spotted an airline employee checking bags behind the counter. "Excuse me," he said, "do you know why we have all the delays?" Chuck was met with a blank stare. Sarah then leaned over and said the same thing, but in French. The employee's eyes lit up with understanding and they replied in French. Chuck couldn't just flash in the middle of talking to strangers, so he was glad his new wife was almost fluent in what seemed like every language on the planet.
After listening to the woman, Sarah turned to Chuck and said, "She says there's some kind of… storm… I think."
"Volcano," the man next to them said in a thick accent. "One erupted in Iceland. The dust is everywhere. They cannot see."
"Oh wow, I hope everyone's okay," Chuck said sincerely.
"I don't think it is fatal," the man told them.
"Yeah, I never learned the French word for 'volcano eruption,'" Sarah said.
"Well that's not going to clear up in two hours," Chuck figured, ignoring his wife's comment. Sure enough, right after Chuck said this all the flight statuses switched from delayed to cancelled. "Oh, great. Look at that. That's just fantastic," Chuck said clearly unhappy about the situation. "It's not like Ellie's due date is tomorrow or anything."
Sarah reached out and pulled Chuck away from the man. Once he was out of hearing distance she said, "Let me try and get Casey on the phone. He might be able to pull some strings for us and get us a government flight back." Chuck was visibly struggling to keep his composure. "I'll also call Ellie after and let them know what's happening." She stood on her toes and gave him a lingering kiss before he could say anything. Smiling, she said, "Don't freak out," before walking off to where the pay phones were. Chuck could see from where he was that the line might as well have reached the tarmac on the runway.
Chuck gathered all their bags and found a luggage carrier to put them on. Like most others, his girl did not pack light. He tried weaving through the mass of people and finally made it to the small convenient store. He figured he could find ways to keep himself occupied while Sarah tried getting Casey on the phone.
"What do you mean 'there's nothing you can do'?" Sarah said impatiently into the phone. "Baby Awesome is due tomorrow, Chuck will be destroyed if he can't be there."
"Listen, Sarah, I understand that you're not happy about the situation you're in right now, but there are other people in the exact same one. People that take priority over you. Every single plane is being used to get those people back, so I'm sorry if the NSA and CIA aren't exactly putting two honeymooners in Paris at the top of the list," Casey said sarcastically.
Sarah took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "I know. I would have said the exact same thing. But… Casey, this is Chuck. And his family. You know how important this is to him and, please, I can't let him down. I won't. Please, Casey, I'm begging you. I don't want him looking back on our honeymoon and only remembering that he missed his nephew being born because of it." Sarah waited for Casey to respond but heard nothing. "…Casey?"
Finally she heard a gruff voice on the other end. "…I'll make some calls. See what I can find. How can I reach you?" he asked her, knowing that their cell phones couldn't connect in France.
Sarah smiled widely and then said, "Call the airport. Tell them who you are and ask for Stephanie Carmichael." Sarah looked back and could tell the guy behind her was about to yell at her to get off the phone. "Also, tell Ellie what's happening. Thank you for this, John. I've got to go."
Sarah hung up and almost got run over by the man behind her lunging for the phone. She wasn't sure where Chuck was but figured she'd check out the usual suspects to find him. Sure enough, he was in the store reading a gaming magazine next to the candy section. "This is my husband," she said dryly to herself, deep down knowing she loved the fact that he was a nerd.
Chuck's always had some weird sixth sense of being able to tell whenever she's near him, so without her saying anything he looked up and saw her walking over. He closed the magazine and ran over to her. "Did you talk to Ellie? Is she upset?"
Sarah took a hold of his hands and looked him in the eyes. "I didn't have time to reach Ellie but I talked to Casey and he's working on finding us a plane. I told him to let them know what's going on. I'm sorry, Chuck, that's the best I could do. There's nothing we can to do but wait."
"It's alright, honey," he said, pulling her into a hug. "Thank you. I really appreciate it."
Sarah tried to get out of his embrace. "I'm going to go wait in line again so I can call Ellie, okay?"
Chuck got a firm grip on her waist and stopped her. "Hey, don't worry about it. You've done more than enough." He pushed some of her hair behind her ear and said, "Why don't we just go cuddle up by the snack machines and wait it out, hm?" Sarah still hesitated. He continued, "Yes…?" Chuck starting wiggling his fingers and tickling her, which instantly brought out her laugh and smile.
"Okay! Okay," she said through her laughter. "I guess I can wait for the line to die down a little…"
"That's more like it," he said with his own smile.
The airport had already begun to fill up with people camping out. There were families on vacation, businessmen traveling on work, friends, and couples. A select few even had babies with them, which was a recipe for disaster considering no one knew how long the wait would be. At one of the gates they finally spotted a free space by the giant glass windows that displayed the runway. Chuck nearly climaxed when he saw the open electrical outlet right next to it and sprinted over to make sure no one else got there first. He had his laptop out before Sarah even had a chance to catch up.
"It says there's free WiFi here," he said without looking up. "I'm going to try and send Ellie an email." Sarah sat down next to him on the vent and outstretched her legs. She wasted time playing with her fingers and watching the other people walking by. She zoned out as she imagined strangers' life stories. She tried putting herself in the shoes of people back home. What if she had been in Burbank when Chuck was stranded in Paris? She'd probably end up sitting by her laptop all day just so they could video chat and see each other's faces. Sarah couldn't believe how big a cliché they were. "You want to use it," Chuck said, snapping her out of her thoughts.
Startled, Sarah looked at him holding out the laptop to her. "No, I'm alright," she said. Chuck put it back on his lap and was about to start up a game when he realized he was just leaving her alone. He looked at her fiddling with her thumbs and hesitated a little before saying, "You want me to teach you how to play something?"
Sarah seemed just as hesitant for a split second but quickly lit up. "Sure."
That earned a Bartowski smile in return. "Cool," he said excitedly, moving the laptop next to him on the floor. "Here, come sit," he said, spreading out his legs. While Sarah had been sitting on the small vent lining the walls, Chuck was sitting on the carpet. Sarah dropped down to his level and sat in between his legs, leaning back enough to feel enveloped in his arms. Chuck positioned his head next to hers and brought the laptop onto her lap. He put his arms around her and used them to show her all the different options for games he had on there. "Any preference?"
"Nothing too hard," she told him, not confident in her gaming abilities.
"Well then I'd say it was about time you were introduced to the classics, Sarah Walker."
"Bartowski," he corrected. "Alright," he said, opening up a new game of Pac Man. "Show me what you got."
Sarah pouted. "I thought you were going to teach me," she whined.
Chuck raised his eyebrows. "I see we're going to need more of a hands-on approach." Sarah smirked. "Okay, put your fingers over the arrow keys." Sarah did as she was told and Chuck put his own much larger fingers over hers. Chucks started the game off on the beginner level.
"So what do I do?" Sarah asked him, watching as the screen showed the start of the level.
"Well the goal of this game is to eat all the little dots in the maze without running…" Chuck watched as Sarah panicked and ran straight into a ghost. "…into ghosts."
"Whoops," she said.
"Alright, no problem we've still got a couple lives left. Here, follow my fingers," he said, guiding them through the maze by pressing down on her fingers on the keys.
"How do I make it stop?" she asked him.
"Make what stop? The game?"
"No, no, no, the little yellow guy," she said.
"Oh," he laughed, "You can't."
"What?" she said incredulously as her eyes stayed glued to the screen, "What do you mean I can't? What kind of game is this?" She watched as Chuck rolled over a different color dot from all the rest. "What are you doing?" she exclaimed, "You're going to hit a ghost!"
Chuck laughed loudly at that, enough for her to feel his chest vibrating against her back. "Babe, when you get a dot like that one, you can eat the ghosts."
"This game is so weird," she mumbled. "What do circles and dots and mazes and ghosts have to do with anything?"
Chuck paused the game. "Do you want to stop?"
"Well I never said that," she told him, unpausing the game. She was too focused on the screen to notice Chuck's bright smile.
They played until Chuck felt a light thump against his chest and realized Sarah had fallen asleep with her head resting against him. They had been sitting in that position for almost an hour by the time he heard his stomach rumble. Chuck tried holding out so he wouldn't have to wake her up. Finally it got to the point where he couldn't wait any longer and he actually had a headache. "Sarah," he said into her ear. He thought he had woken her up but she only snuggled deeper into his shoulder. He then had the brilliant idea of using the technique he had for waking his sister. Chuck then learned his lesson for how bad things happen to people who pinch a spy's nose when they're asleep. "Ahhh," he moaned, his voice catching in his throat. "That… that was," Chuck tried forming words as he rubbed his wrist. "…painful."
"Sorry. First reaction," Sarah said, rubbing her eyes after waking up. "What were you thinking doing that to a spy?"
"I was thinking I'm about to die of hunger if my wife doesn't wake up now," he said. "Gahh," he gasped, still holding his wrist.
Sarah rolled her eyes. "Relax, I didn't break it."
"How do you know?"
"Would you like me to prove it to you by showing you what it would look like if I'd broken it?" she offered threateningly.
"Not really," he said.
"Well then I guess you'll just have to take my word for it. Suck it up."
"Whatever," he said sounding annoyed. "I'm getting food."
Sarah watched Chuck walk off. She hadn't meant to hurt him, but it's not like it was her fault. She decided he'd live without a little sympathy. Except she'd been sitting alone for five minutes and already missed him. So maybe she could have been a little nicer. She wasn't going to lie and say she didn't know how to inflict a significant amount of pain on someone. At least she hadn't broken it. …She thought. She'd have to think of some way to make it up to him.
"Excuse me," a female voice said beside her. Sarah turned her head and saw a short brunette woman with long dark hair. She was in a business suit and Sarah could have sworn she'd seen her somewhere before. She had had aliases in France before though and didn't want to bring attention to herself in the case that person actually wanted her dead. "Sorry, I was just wondering, um…" The woman laughed and held up her phone. "My phone died and I was wondering if I could use the outlet to recharge it, if that's okay."
Sarah looked at the outlet and then back at the woman. "Oh! Yeah, go right ahead." Sarah leaned over and unplugged the laptop charger. "All yours."
"Thank you." The woman smiled and knelt down to plug in her own charger. Setting the phone down on the floor she looked back at Sarah. That's when Sarah realized where she had seen her. All over Chuck is where she'd seen her. "You look familiar…" she said. Sarah's training kicked in and she expressed nothing on her face. "Do I know you from somewhere?"
"I don't think so," Sarah said convincingly.
"it's so weird," the brunette said, "I feel like I've seen you before."
"I was in an American commercial once. I ate a messy cheeseburger on national television, maybe that's what it is," Sarah said, reciting her cover story. She really needed to come up with a new cover story.
"No, that's not it." Sarah was starting to feel awkward with the way she was being stared at. She wasn't that surprised that she didn't recognize her. Sarah had probably watched her way more than she had watched Sarah. "Man, this is going to bother me so much."
"Maybe I just have one of those faces," Sarah suggested, really hoping she would leave before Chuck got back. Too late. Sarah looked past the woman's shoulder and saw him walking towards them with all kinds of snacks in his arms. Sarah's eyes widened to saucers and tried to get him to look up from balancing all the items in his arms so she could convey the message to get the hell out of there.
"Hey, I didn't know what you wanted so I just got you," Chuck finally looked up and saw the two faces watching him, "H…annah!"
Sarah closed her eyes in defeat and wished she could sink into the floor. Hannah looked shocked when she saw Chuck but then it finally clicked in her mind and her head swiveled back to stare at Sarah. Chuck remembered the two had never actually met before and he decided to try and take some of the awkwardness away. "Sarah!" His wife looked at him with wide eyes waiting to see what mess he was getting himself into. "This," he motioned to Hannah, causing him to almost drop his food, "is Hannah, my, uh…"
"We used to work together," she cut in, choosing not to acknowledge their brief relationship. "Nice to meet you, Sarah." Sarah shook her hand and looked back at Chuck.
"Stephanie Carmichael, please report to the front desk. Stephanie Carmichael, please report to the front desk." The voice boomed over the intercom and Sarah's eyes widened even more. This time Chuck looked at her and she gave him a look that said he'd better figure something out quick.
"Sarah," he said in a horrible acting voice, "would you mind giving Hannah and I some time to catch up? It has been a while since we have seen each other." If looks could kill, Chuck would have been six feet deep. And then another six feet from the look Hannah was giving him.
Despite the fact that murder was flashing in her eyes, Sarah gritted out, "Of course, honey. Take as long as you need." Sarah stood up and walked away very mechanically. She stopped when she reached Chuck and without looking at him, said in a tense voice, "I am going to kill you." Chuck's eyes widened and he gulped loudly.
Sarah might as well have sprinted to the front desk. She saw a male employee standing there and she made eye contact and flashed a smile. "Stephanie Carmichael?"
The guy smiled back at her. "A phone call," he said, obviously not spectacular at English. He handed the receiver to her which she snatched out of his hand. She waited for him to walk away before putting it to her ear.
"This better be good, Casey."
"Really, Walker? I work my ass off trying to do you a favor and that's the greeting I get?"
"It's Bartowski!" she said in an upset tone. "Why is it that no one can remember I'm his freaking wife?"
Sarah scrunched her forehead in embarrassment realizing what she sounded like. She wasn't surprised by the grunt she heard on the other side. "Trouble in paradise?"
"Something like that," she sighed. "Hurricane Hannah just rolled in."
"As in Nerd Herd Hannah? 'Mish' Hannah? The Hannah that Chuck screwed when you guys—"
"Yeah, Casey, that Hannah," Sarah said abruptly.
"Yeah, well I just left the two of them together because I had to come talk to you so please just tell me you have good news," she pleaded.
"I got you a flight out. Called in a favor from San Trope."
"You didn't," Sarah said incredulously.
"Take it or leave it, Walker. Sorry... Bartowski. That's the only contact I have that's crazy enough to fly right now."
"Okay, whatever. What time does the plane come in?"
"Should be in around 3pm. You've got a few more hours."
"Okay, thanks, bye!" Sarah tossed the guy behind the desk the phone and hauled ass back to Chuck.
Meanwhile, Chuck had been struggling to find a way to go about the situation he had put himself in.
"I really don't want to talk to you," Hannah said coldly.
"I probably deserve that," Chuck said. As easy as it would have been for him to just let her leave and never return, Chuck wasn't the kind of guy who could not care that someone hates him. "I just don't want you to go on thinking I'm a jerk. Do you think you could maybe just give me the benefit of the doubt and let me explain why everything happened the way it did?"
Chuck could tell she was considering walking away, but finally she said, "Fine."
"Okay. Um." Chuck tried thinking of where to start. Even he didn't understand his own life. "So, when you met me I was kind of… in a weird stage. I had screwed up any chance at a relationship I had with the girl I loved. I was being thrown into situations I had no business in being in. I was lying to everyone I cared about and I didn't even know who I was." Chuck looked at her and with total sincerity said, "You really are an amazing person. I know you think I just kept you around until we slept together but I promise you that was nothing more than a coincidence. Everything just happened to catch up with me right at the same time. I just couldn't be in a relationship with you. I'm sorry I hurt you. I really wasn't trying to." Chuck's puppy dog eyes were at their fullest as he waited for her reaction.
"Well," Hannah crossed her arms and sighed, "Thank you for being honest." Chuck smiled of relief. She motioned to the direction Sarah had gone. "So, you and Sarah… you're…?"
Chuck smiled brighter and managed to look shy at the same time. He lifted up his hand and she saw the ring on his finger. "Married," he said, his happiness apparent in his facial expression.
Hannah's eyebrows shot up. "Seriously?"
Chuck's smile waned. "Yeah, why?"
She shook her head. "Nothing, just… I just didn't see her as the kind of person you could expect to be there at the end of each day, I guess. I mean, hasn't she always been pretty up and down about you guys? Doesn't seem like the marrying type to me."
Chuck grimaced. "What are you saying? That my marriage is going to fail? Because Sarah and I have the most stable relationship I've ever seen."
"I'm just saying," she shrugged. "Can you actually picture growing old with her? Starting a family? I mean, Chuck, she's absolutely nothing like what we could have had."
"I'm starting to think maybe that's not a bad thing," he said, seeing a side of Hannah he had never imagined existed. It was then that he saw Sarah walking over to them, her blonde hair flying behind her. "Excuse me," he said, not bothering to look at Hannah before going and meeting Sarah halfway.
"Hey, everything okay?" she asked with a concerned expression. Chuck didn't answer her question. He walked up to her and reached out his hand to cradle her face, kissing her like he hadn't seen her in months. Sarah wasn't expecting it but she quickly melted into the kiss and closed her eyes. Chuck pulled back but kept his hands on the side of her face. Looking into her blue eyes he said, "Marrying you was the best decision I've ever made in my entire life."
"I bet you say that to all your wives," Sarah joked.
Chuck smiled and shook his head. "You are the first and last person I will ever say that to."
Sarah was visibly blushing and she changed the subject. "I talked to Casey. He got us a flight out in a couple hours. We should be able to make it back before the baby comes."
"Oh my god, is there anything you can't do?"
"Time will tell," she sighed overdramatically. Sarah looked past Chuck and then back at him. "You want to tell me why I'm getting a dirty look from your ex over there?"
Chuck turned his neck to see what she was talking about. He then looked back at Sarah. "Not really," he said honestly.
Sarah drew her head back and stared at him in disbelief. "Rhetorical question, Chuck. What happened while I was gone?"
Chuck inhaled and puffed out his cheeks. Avoiding eye contact, he said, "Let's just say… she isn't your biggest fan." Chuck knew he was in trouble when he saw her eyebrow raise and her mouth open.
"What'd she say?" Sarah asked, staring into his eyes curiously.
"Uh… nothing much really…" Chuck stalled. Chuck refused to look at her, so eventually Sarah reached out and grabbed his chin and directed him to her.
"Speak," she demanded.
Chuck gulped. "Something about… you… not being, marriage material. Or something," he said nervously. "But, you know, what is 'marriage material' anyways, right?"
"Is that so…" she said in a dangerously low voice, in turn scaring the crap out of Chuck.
"Oh, no," Chuck said hurriedly, "I know that look. Sarah, don't start something here, she's not worth it."
"Don't worry, sweetie. I've got everything under control," she said under her breath. She had lazered in on Hannah and was walking over looking less than calm. Chuck put up his hands in frustration and ended up punching his fist into his open palm and following behind her. Sarah went straight to the electrical outlet and pulled out Hannah's charger. Picking it up along with the phone she stood up and shoved it into Hannah's chest. "I want you gone in the next five seconds. Start walking or I'm calling security saying you assaulted me."
"Excuse me? And why would they believe you?" the shorter woman said defiantly.
Sarah wrapped her hand behind her neck and lifted her hair up, showing some nasty looking bruises. In reality it had felt amazing getting those the night before. "See those marks? You tried to choke me. My husband was even a witness to it."
Chuck's eyes widened at the mention of him. Hannah looked at him and scoffed. "You won't actually back this up, will you?" Chuck was speechless.
"Oh, yes he will," Sarah spoke again bringing the focus back on her. "And you know why?" Sarah leaned in and said in a venomous tone, "Because unlike with you… he didn't dump me on my ass a day after we fucked."
Chuck's eyes shut tight and he stood there looking like he was in pain. Just after he had finally been forgiven for that. Hannah looked furious and even more so when Sarah started with a barely visible smile, "Five… four… three…"
Hannah turned to Chuck. "You picked a real winner, didn't you, Chuck?"
Hannah turned and marched off through the crowd of people. Sarah didn't bother watching her go.
"Quick and painful," Chuck recapped. "How very… you."
Sarah shrugged. "I needed to work out a more efficient way of dealing with brunettes. I'm not thinking too much about hurt feelings." They both sat down on the floor and she grabbed a bag of chips Chuck had brought over. "Plus," she said as she opened the bag, "my fuck me heels are all the way at the bottom of my suitcase." Sarah smiled impishly and popped a potato chip into her mouth.
"We're flying on that?" Chuck asked, unable to believe that he was about to get on what looked like a private jet fit for a king.
"Yeah, that looks about right," Sarah sighed, not surprised in the least by the flashy appearance.
"For a guy like Casey who's about as social as a cactus, he sure has some great friends." Sarah didn't say anything and just kept walking to the plane. Chuck held out his hand to help her up onto the staircar that was parked in front of the plane.
Sarah wasn't sure if she had misheard him over the sound of the engine, but she could have sworn he said, "Watch out for hop-ons." Climbing up the stairs he continued, "You're gonna get hop-ons," before laughing to himself. Sarah decided to just ignore his temporary insanity.
Walking into the cabin, only one word came to mind. "Wow." It had leather seats and couches, it's own fully stocked bar, a television, and a private room in the back. Sarah walked over and sat down in one of the plush reclining seats. Chuck went over and explored everything he could get his hands on. Suddenly someone else appeared in the entranceway from the cockpit up front.
"Well, I see I can skip the "make yourselves at home" comment."
Chuck's head shot up and he hit his head on a shelf with a loud bang. "Ow," he said, clutching his head.
"Hey, you," Sarah said with a smile, standing up and going over to hug her best friend. "Thank you for this. We really appreciate it, more than you could know."
"Of course," Carina said, "Consider it a wedding gift, since you rejected my other one." Sarah had held her ground at the wedding, stating that no matter what Carina was not sleeping with Chuck. "Although I have to admit, I had something else in mind when John Casey called me saying Chuck needed a ride."
Sarah lost her friendly demeanor. "Still not funny. Still not happening."
"We'll see…" Carina sang.
"Uh, no," Chuck said, "Sarah's right. Not happening."
"Well, if you change your mind, there's a bed in the room back there. Just say the word and I'm there," she said with a wink at him before disappearing back into the pilot seat.
Sarah was so sick of women throwing themselves at him she just wanted to scream. She looked around trying to find some way of venting her frustration. Finally her eyes landed on the one thing she could absolutely go off on. Standing up, she walked over and grabbed her husband. Dragging him by the belt buckle, she pulled him into the back room and pulled off her top as she kicked the door shut behind them. It was her turn now.
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