Put on white t-shirt.
Put on black pants.
Put on white collared shirt. Button white collared shirt.
Put grey tie around neck. Knot grey tie.
Put on white left sock. Put on white right sock.
Put on left black Converse. Put on right black Converse. Tie left black Converse. Tie right black Converse.
Stand up. Look in the mirror. Sigh.
Nerd Herd Supervisor
Drive to work.
Sit at Nerd Herd desk.
Say smart things.
Ignore Jeff and Lester.
Count the seconds.
Get frozen yogurt.
Sorry, we're closed.
Go back to work
Sit at Nerd Herd desk.
Say smart things.
Ignore Jeff and Lester.
Count the seconds.
Drive back home.
Nerd Herd Supervisor
Kick off right black Converse. Kick off left black Converse.
Pull off right white sock. Pull off left white sock.
Unknot grey tie. Remove grey tie.
Unbutton white collared shirt. Take off white collared shirt.
Take off black pants.
Take off white t-shirt.
Sit down. Look in mirror. Sigh.
The same routine day after day after day.
Until one night.
I love you.
Until three words.
I love you.
Until ten painful seconds passed.
I love you.
Until too many reasons to count kept him coming back to Sarah Walker day after day after day.
…I love you, too.
Chuck vs. the Mini Skirt
It had been three months since that night. The last time Chuck had sighed was this morning while he watched her sleep in the first rays of the rising sun. She smiles when she sleeps next to him. Add that to the list of things he loves about her.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
The alarm was on her side of the bed and she was spooned into him. He heard her tired moan from the back of her throat as she kept her eyes shut, and he could tell she was in no mood to make any efforts at turning it off. He leaned over and kissed her forehead from an angle as his long arm dropped his hand on the snooze button. Her smile had vanished at the obnoxious sound, but it returned when she heard the sweet sound of nothing. She pulled the arm she had already been holding onto around her tighter and lessened the nonexistent gap between them even more.
"That's a three minute snooze," Chuck softly warned her as he mumbled into her hair.
The only noise from her was a barely audible, "Mhm…"
He felt her slip her fingers into the space between his and he ran his thumb back and forth over hers. Chuck didn't blame her for being so exhausted. Beckman had placed her in charge of overseeing further construction to Castle the night before. It was always at night so that people wouldn't notice NSA construction workers disappearing inside an Orange Orange for multiple hours. It wouldn't have been so bad if they hadn't just come back from an all day excruciating extraction mission, complete with her having to distract some touchy feely creep throughout it. After the long night, Sarah just wanted to get to bed as fast as possible. The sky was already lighting up when she drove home. Not having the energy to get out her key, she went through the window. As she climbed through, she had the random thought that now that Morgan lived there and had a key, did that still make Chuck's window the Morgan Door? She waved it off as her overly tired mind screwing around. Immediately stripping down to next to nothing once inside, she crawled into bed with him and passed out.
It was a solid two hours later and Sarah was regretting having not planted a knife under her pillow as the alarm blared a foot away from her head. Chuck and his stupid weapons rule. She snuggled deeper into the pillow as the timer on the snooze hit zero once more. Sarah clenched her eyes shut and wished it would all just go away.
"Chuck," she whimpered in the tiniest, most pathetic voice he could ever recall hearing.
Chuck's sympathy multiplied itself by a hundred and he turned it off again for her. "Shh," he whispered in her ear, "it's okay. Go back to sleep."
Chuck made sure to cover her bare back with the blanket after he had gotten out of bed. Walking barefoot into the kitchen area, Chuck saw Morgan preparing what looked to be some gourmet breakfast.
"Ah, good morning, double-O." Morgan stopped cooking and stared at him. "I knew it," he said, "even secret agents get bed head."
Without thinking, Chuck brought his hand to his hair and attempted to smooth his curls lazily.
"Hey, buddy. What are you making?" Chuck walked over and looked at the food he'd prepared already.
"Little of everything, Chuck," Morgan announced. "Up next: omelettes." Morgan grabbed a pan but didn't get a good grip on it and it crashed back down on the counter.
"Morgan!" Chuck whispered harshly. "Sarah's in there trying to sleep. She was up all last night."
Morgan flashed an apologetic look, but then smiled wide. "You stallion, you." He punched Chuck lightly in the chest. "I'm impressed. I'd think it'd take a lot to tire a girl like Sarah out."
"I didn't—what do you mean, "a girl like Sarah"?" Chuck asked, sounding like he was beginning to get very protective.
Morgan didn't blink. "See, buddy, I know that look. You're forgetting I did it with Carina. Sarah and Carina: both sexy, strong government agents. And as I learned from experience? It takes a lot to tire girls like that out."
"Alright, whatever," Chuck said, shaking his head. "But she was working all night and got no sleep, so I'm gonna grab some stuff for her."
"Sure, sure," Morgan nodded. "Oh, I forgot, how'd the mission go yesterday?"
Morgan started chopping peppers for the omelettes. "Well that makes one of us. People keep noticing you ducking out in the middle of work. Lester's on my case saying I let it slide since we're best friends. Chuck, man, if that starts going around I could lose my job."
"Crap, buddy, I don't know what to say. Thanks for looking out, I guess. I'll try talking to Beckman, see what we can do. I don't want my life affecting yours."
"No problemo," he said. "I've just been telling them you're either on an install or with your sleeping beauty over there. The thing is, that doesn't work out all the time."
"Don't worry I'll get right on that." Chuck grabbed an assortment of fresh fruit and breakfast foods and put them on the tray he had taken out for Sarah. "…Alright, I'm off," Chuck said after getting all her favorite foods.
"Let me know what she thinks of it!" Morgan called after Chuck as he carried a tray full of breakfast foods back to his room.
The lights were turned off and Chuck placed the tray down on his side of the bed. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he lightly pushed her hair out of her face. "Sarah? Wake up, sweetheart."
"No," she whined, "You said I could sleep."
"I know, but I brought you breakfast. When's the last time you even ate anything?" Sarah just lay there silently while he waited for an answer. "Exactly. Come on, you can keep the lights off but you need to eat something."
Sarah sat up reluctantly. Looking at him, she said, "Why do you insist on taking such good care of me?"
"Because someone has to," he told her, "And I won't let anyone else."
Sarah took a grape and popped it into her mouth. Looking at the wide array of food choices, she asked, "Chuck, did you make all of this?"
"Are you kidding?" he said. "Morgan did. Also, he told me my cover's close to being blown if I keep skipping out on the Buy More. So I've got to get ready for work."
Sarah took another grape and threw it where it bounced off the center of his forehead. "Booo. Stay and cuddle with me." She leaned in and whispered, "I promise I'll make it worth your while."
"Thank you for that," he said. "Both, the grape, and the very tempting offer," he added. "But I've got to go talk to Beckman about what we can do to fix this."
Chuck walked off and grabbed his clothes to change into. Sarah watched him as he was tying his tie in the mirror. "Hey, Chuck?"
"Could you maybe not explain my absence through having a spastic colon? I have an image to maintain, you know. Spastic colons don't exactly scream 'sex appeal.'"
Chuck smiled brightly and turned to walk towards her. "Oh no, definitely not. I'm chewing out Beckman for last night. No way am I letting her do that to my girl."
Sarah smiled back at him and narrowed her eyes. "You're just begging for a black eye today, aren't you?"
"Are you implying that black eyes don't scream 'sex appeal'?" he said mocking her.
"I'll take that as a 'yes.'"
After finishing getting dressed he walked over to the bed. "Alright, duty calls." He planted a small kiss on her cheek, and she then grabbed his tie to stop him as he began to leave.
"Hey," she said, looking at his mouth for a while before switching her focus to straightening the fabric around his neck. "I love you."
Chuck's face brightened and he leaned in to kiss her on the lips, reluctantly pulling away to say, "I love you, too. Get some rest."
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Chuck clocked in on time at work and worked as if he had never gotten that email from Bryce in the first place. That is, until Jeff and Lester came up to him.
"Oh, Jeffrey, look who it is!" Lester made a high pitch voice as he referred to the tall curly haired nerd. "It's the mythical creature, Charles Bartowski, who has inexplicably returned to his kingdom. For what reason, I wonder?"
Chuck gave them a tight-lipped smile. "Don't you guys have any work you should be doing?"
"I haven't asked myself that in twenty years," Jeff said with glazed over eyes as he unsteadily tried to stay on two feet.
"That's super, Jeff, but I'm actually pretty swamped so if you guys don't mind, I think I'm going to get back to work," Chuck said trying to brush them off.
"I bet you are, Charles," Lester said. "What with all the hours you've skipped, I imagine there must be a whole backup of work for you. You know, back in my days as assistant manager, I would not have let this off the hook quite as easily as our current ass man."
"But in your days as assistant manager you would fire the entire staff, give away free merchandise, and throw an unsanctioned after hours party on Buy More property," Chuck retorted.
"That—those—trivial details—you," Lester could only stutter as he tried thinking of a comeback. "…Jeff! Jefferson, your blood sugar is low and I should help, you, with that. Right away! Life or death, Jeffrey, life or death!"
And with that Chuck was left alone for the time being. A couple hours later, however, he got a text from Casey telling him there was a meeting in five.
"Ah ah ahh," Lester sang as he intercepted Chuck making his escape. "And where do you think you're going?"
"Uh, offsite install," Chuck lied.
"Hm, interesting, because… I didn't hear anyone call. Jeffrey, did you hear anything?" He turned to look at Jeff.
"It's always ringing in my head. Same with the voices, but I've gotten used to them."
Lester and Chuck both had frightened expressions on their faces as they slowly turned their gaze away from the man who had been working at the store since it first opened.
"Okay," Chuck laughed, "You got me. I was sneaking out to go see Sarah. You know. My girlfriend. She can be very demanding."
"Ah, yes, the man speaks the truth." Lester lightly punched Jeff's chest in warning. "Watch out for that one, Charles, I know firsthand how, ahem, insistent she is. Yeah, but sometimes you just have to say no!" Lester made a fast hand gesture demonstrating to Chuck what had only happened in his mind. "She responds to a firm hand. I made the mistake of trying to let her down easy, but I guess she just couldn't resist." Lester sighed nostalgically. "Wouldn't be the first."
Chuck stared at Lester. "Thanks for the tip."
"Hold on, man," Jeff slurred. "Blondie isn't here today."
"Jeff, how would you even know that?"
"I know all things."
Deciding not to get into any disturbing details, Chuck just said, "Jeff, stop stalking my girlfriend. Lester, she needs me to grab something at the Orange Orange for her and bring it over. If you don't want me to do it, then I guess that just leaves you for the job, and something tells me you wouldn't feel very comfortable doing that." Lester blushed profusely at just the thought of performing that task. "So I'm going to go now, and you two can get back to bugging someone else." And with that, Chuck walked past them and out the Buy More doors.
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"Where's Walker?" Casey asked when Chuck got there.
'Don't say spastic colon. Don't say spastic colon. Don't say spastic colon.'
"Uh… She's out uh, buying tampons. Yeah, it's that time of the month, I guess…" Chuck closed his eyes hard. 'Much better, Chuck.'
"Great, just what the world needs," Casey commented, "Another pissy woman who knows a hundred different ways to kill us all."
Chuck issued a pity laugh and the screen finally turned on revealing the NSA director.
After a follow-up debriefing on the mission prior to that day, Chuck asked Beckman if she could spare him a few extra minutes, as something had come up. Casey went back to the Buy More, as he had toasters to sell.
"Agent Bartowski," the general greeted him dryly. "To what do I owe this conversation?"
"Good seeing you, too, General," Chuck smiled awkwardly, fully aware of her annoyance. "I wanted to talk to you about recent news that my cover at the Buy More is coming into question by my peers..."
After catching General Beckman up on the full story she seemed shaken at best. Her parting words were something along the lines of, "We'll work on it."
Once the monitor shut off, displaying the NSA symbol in place of General Beckman's face, Chuck heard the freezer door open and turned around.
"Hey, there, Beautiful," he said to the woman coming down the stairs. "How are you feeling?"
"Great," she said, getting off the last step and walking over to him. "Thanks to you." Sarah placed her hands on his upper chest and kissed him. It wasn't relaying every single passionate feeling she'd ever felt for him, but it was one he had come accustomed to now that they were secure enough to not have to jump each other when they got the chance. It was simply a kiss a girlfriend would give to her boyfriend, which is the kind they had been waiting years to be able to do. "How was your meeting with Beckman?"
"We're working on it," Chuck told her. "I guess I just have to wait and see what the new game plan is."
Sarah reached out and straightened his tie. "You would look pretty cute in an Orange Orange uniform," she said.
"Assuming there is a men's version of said uniform," Chuck corrected. "I doubt I could pull off this look as well as you do." Chuck ran his hands up and down her sides over the orange spaghetti strap she had on.
Sarah tilted her head and with a tiny smile, responded, "You might not be able to pull it off, but I'd love it if you'd take it off…" Sarah slid her fingers under one of the straps flirtatiously. "You still owe me after turning me down this morning."
"Owe you?" he said incredulously. "Do you have any idea what it's like having to sit at the Buy More all day knowing a ready and willing Sarah Walker is currently in my bed? I'd say I've suffered enough."
"We'll see," she sang before a wide grin spread across her face.
"Oh, really," he retorted, slipping his hands into her back pockets and pulling her closer. Sarah only had time to giggle slightly before she was kissing him again. Chuck squeezed with his hands, eliciting a small noise at the back of her throat. They were so caught up in making out with one another that the short succession of beeps that came from the monitor almost went unheard. Sarah was the first to realize what it meant and she forcefully shoved Chuck away from her, causing him to back pedal several steps before collapsing backwards into one of the chairs at the center table.
"What the hell, Sar—"
"General!" Sarah greeted, sounding extremely out of breath.
"Ah, Agent Walker, I see you've decided to join us," General Beckman observed, choosing not to address her breathlessness. "Very well then, it will save us all from another briefing. Chuck," she started, looking at the seated agent. "After thinking over this problem regarding your cover at the Buy More, it has been decided that a new job is in order."
Chuck stood up abruptly. "General, is that really necessary? I mean, I was a part of the Nerd Herd long before the CIA and that's technically my job. I have the skill set."
"You job is protecting this country as an agent for the CIA. But if you had let me finish," she said pointedly at him, "yours is not the one that needs changing." She then looked at Sarah. "Sarah, you will become the newest member of…"
'Please, God, no,' Sarah thought over and over again in her head.
"…The Nerd Herd." Sarah was frozen in place and didn't even turn when the freezer door opened behind them. "Good, Mr. Grimes is here. He will assist us in securing your position as Chuck's partner." As this Sarah finally perked up. This was not unnoticed by Beckman. "Chuck's co-workers already think he has been leaving work to spend time with you, but your absence has put this cover in jeopardy. As his partner, when people see that you both are sneaking out they will immediately assume that you are either on an install together or are… ahem… enjoying the benefits of your intimate relationship. Grimes will explain the rest."
"Thank you, General," Morgan said, obviously enjoying being considered a valued member of the team.
Beckman decided not to acknowledge him before signing off.
"Morgan, please tell me under no circumstances will I actually have to fix a computer," Sarah pleaded.
"Don't worry, Sarah, I've got everything under control. First thing's first." Morgan turned and looked at his best friend. Out of nowhere he said, "How much do you love her?"
"What does that have to do with anything?" Chuck said confused.
"Answer the question," Morgan said.
"No, I'm not gonna—"
"Answer the question, Chuck," Sarah said as she stood there with her arms crossed.
Chuck looked at her and then back at Morgan. He sighed and said, "A lot."
"And how much is 'a lot'?" Morgan prodded. Chuck could tell he was quickly turning into Doctor Morgan. At least he didn't have a pen.
And there it was.
Morgan rapidly clicked the pen that had materialized into his hands as he waited for Chuck to answer.
Doing anything to stop the incessant clicking, Chuck blurted out, "A whole lot, okay? More than anything in the entire universe. I love Sarah more than anything in the history of history. Good enough?"
"Let's not go overboard," Morgan said. Chuck threw up his arms and looked over at Sarah who gave him a quick wink, calming him down. "I ask because from now on the two of you will be working together in the trenches of Buymoria. And even the strongest of love can fall victim to the constant strain of—"
"Morgan, just tell me if I have to fix a computer or not," Sarah interrupted.
Going off track from his original presentation, Morgan's shoulders sagged. "No. You won't. I'm assistant manager. I'm starting a new mentor program. Chuck's your mentor. You just sit and watch." He listed off each step of his plan monotonously with hand gestures.
"Perfect!" Sarah said happily. She walked over to Chuck and whispered in his ear, "Now you're going to have to learn how to deal with a ready and willing Sarah Walker standing next to you all day." Chuck opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by her lightly kissing him before walking over to the stairs. Stopping at Morgan, she kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you, Morgan." Morgan had a shocked but blissful look on his face as Sarah walked up the staircase. That bliss was quickly wiped away once his eyes connected with Chuck's.
"I should get back to the store," Morgan hinted.
"Yeah." Morgan turned to follow Sarah up the stairs. "Other way!" Chuck yelled.
"Yup!" he said, spinning around and going to the back door of Castle.
Chuck watched him go and shook his head. He went to talk to Sarah in Orange Orange upstairs. "Congratulations," Chuck sighed as he walked out from the freezer. Sarah turned and looked at him. "You just earned yourself yet another admirer."
Sarah smiled and turned back to what she was doing. "Who, Morgan?" she asked as she wiped down the counter.
"Yes, Morgan," he said impatiently as he walked over next to her. "Was that kiss absolutely necessary?"
Sarah sighed and picked up the towel. Turning to face him she said, "Relax, I was just sucking up to the new boss. Now we'll get breaks whenever we want." She then went back to wiping the counter.
"Unbelievable," Chuck said. "Every single thing you do is all some calculated part of your master plan, isn't it?"
"Oh, that's not true," she said as she picked up the paper cups on the glass to clean underneath. "One time, me and this guy I had feelings for were in front of a live bomb set to go off within seconds. I kissed him suddenly and it turned out it wasn't even a bomb. Then I swore to myself I would never ever kiss him again."
Chuck smiled brightly. "And how'd that work out?"
"Not too well," she told him. Chuck put his hand over hers to stop her and she looked into his eyes. Standing on her toes she planted a kiss on his lips that promised many more to come. Halfway through the kiss, though, Chuck started laughing. "What?" Sarah asked sounding somewhat put-off.
Chuck continued laughing. "Nothing, just… You're a Nerd Herder," he laughed.
Sarah scoffed and punched his shoulder. "Shut up! You're not allowed to laugh at me, since you have to be my mentor from now on."
"Oh, man, that's right," he said dramatically. "I actually have to try and teach you the stuff, huh?"
"Uh, yeah, no," she deadpanned. "You will make it look like you're teaching me and I will sit around and listen. My job is to stare at your cute butt every time you have to crawl under a desk to fix a computer."
"Can we switch jobs?"
Chuck pouted adorably and said in a small voice, "Okay. I guess I should go, then…"
Sarah tried to keep the corners of her mouth from rising but she couldn't. "Hey, how did you explain me not being there for the first briefing?"
Chuck tried avoiding eye contact as he said, "Oh, um, you know…"
Sarah's happy expression dropped. "What did you say."
"I told them that you were, uh, out… buyingtampons." Chuck immediately went into the Morgan position and Sarah whipped her washcloth as his head. She was absolutely fuming.
"I can't believe you!"
"I said go, Chuck! We'll talk about this later. When I don't want to rip your head off."
Chuck slumped and walked out of the store, the bell on the door being the only indication he had left. Sarah must have picked up the habit from Chuck because she couldn't remember ever having cleaned those counters with such force.
After spending an hour wiping down counters she was finally calm enough to realize she was being ridiculous. Yes, he screwed up and yes, he is an idiot for that but it didn't call for her to throw things at him and banish him from the building. Technically he had listened to her. It was fifteen minutes into his lunch break and there had still been no sight of him, making her feel even worse. Sucking up her own pride, she pulled out her cell phone and sent him a text.
"I'm sorry… Makeup sex and a sandwich?"
Her ploy to bring him in didn't work since she got nothing in reply. Now she thought he was the one overreacting. So what if she'd yelled at him? What kind of guy turns that down? Sarah was embarrassing herself the way she kept eying her phone to see if he'd texted her back. Maybe she wasn't as good as she thought. He had always seemed to enjoy it; maybe she was misinterpreting things.
Suddenly the thoughts in her head came to a halt as a tall lanky guy sprinted up to the glass door and yanked it open before rushing in. Sarah smiled wide as she watched him move towards her.
"I'm sorry," he said as he walked quickly.
"Me, too," she told him.
Their lips smashed together and Sarah wrapped her arms around his neck. Chuck bent down and picked her up off the floor, leading to her wrapping her legs around his lower back and locking her ankles. Chuck pressed her back up against the wall and continued to kiss her. It wasn't until Sarah broke the kiss and suggested the bed in Castle that they moved locations. The eye scanner was a challenge because Chuck was struggling to keep focused while Sarah stood behind him running her hands under his shirt and anywhere else they could reach. Finally they made it safely down and found their way to the rooms in the back of Castle. Entering the fake bedroom, Chuck and Sarah fell on the bed in a tangle of limbs.
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Sarah and Chuck lay on their backs staring up at the white ceiling in the bedroom in Castle. Their heads were pressed against each other and Sarah had her arm closest to him across his chest and her hand cupping the far side of his face.
Sarah shut her eyes and swallowed. "I don't think I'll ever get used to how amazing doing that with you is," she breathed. She turned her head to his and pulled him in closer so she could place a soft kiss on his cheek.
Chuck smiled lazily. "Right back at you," he drawled before putting his hand over hers and stroking her fingers.
She smiled slyly and said, "Maybe we should fight more often."
Chuck sighed and didn't sound as happy as she did. "I'm sure we won't have any trouble with that."
She pulled her hand away and sat up against the headboard, keeping the sheets wrapped around her chest. "What's that supposed to mean?"
He sighed once more and sat up next to her. "Nothing, just… We're going to be spending practically every second of every day together from now on. We're bound to drive each other crazy once in a while."
"But I like spending time with you," Sarah pouted, not realizing she was even doing it.
"And I like spending time with you, but the best part of my day has always been when I get to see you. If every part of my day is the best part of my day, then really I have no best part of the day." Chuck was having a hard time looking into her eyes.
Sarah looked down at the sheets on the bed. "I understand," she said, sounding like a little kid who had just been told they had to leave the playground. "So what are we going to do? I don't want to end up hating each other. I love you but I'll admit sometimes you frustrate me more than anyone in the world."
He laughed quietly. "Yeah, well," he said, "I don't have to stay in the car anymore. I'm a big boy now."
"I know," Sarah said suggestively, motioning with her eyes to his concealed groin.
"Will you focus for one second?" he said incredulously. Sarah rolled her eyes playfully.
She sat up scooted around to face him. "Okay, sweetie, we already work together. And it works out great. This is no different. While we have a professional spy relationship, the whole point of me working at the Buy More is for us to have a romantic relationship. If you need space, just play video games with Morgan. I'll find something else to do." Sarah held his hand in hers. "I'm sure we'll be fine."
"I love you," he told her, making sure she really understood.
"I know you do," she said truthfully. "That's why this is going to work."
Chuck squeezed her hand and leaned in to kiss her. He had a strong feeling that he'd spend every day never getting tired of kissing her. There was no falling out of love with Sarah Walker.
She sat up a little straighter and announced her idea. "Let's make a promise, right now, to not fight with each other because of this."
"Promise," Chuck said, holding out his outstretched pinky.
Sarah looked at him not knowing if he was actually serious or not but she complied and hooked her pinky with his.
"Now that that's settled…" Sarah said, removing the sheets around her and giving Chuck and eyeful, "I believe I owe you an afterglow sandwich."
"You know all of my weaknesses," he said with a smile.
"Yup," she replied as she got out of the bed. "Including the one on your neck right under your jaw."
"Which one is that?" he asked, pretending to be clueless.
Sarah had a seductive smile on her face as she crawled back over the bed to reach him on her hands and knees. "This one," she purred before placing a kiss right on his favorite spot. Chuck used this opportunity to grab the back of her thigh and pull her so that she was practically curled up against his chest. Sarah shrieked of laughter at the sudden gesture and put her hand on his torso to balance herself on his lap. Nuzzling her face into his neck, she mumbled, "Very sneaky, Agent Bartowski," before lightly nipping him. Before dating her, Chuck had never experienced anything as amazing as holding a naked Sarah Walker in his arms. Hell, he'd never even imagined such a feeling existed. Chuck looked down and pushed her hair out of her face. Sarah traced her finger along his collarbone. She dropped her playful attitude and replaced it with a look of vulnerability, making Chuck tighten his arms around her wanting to protect her from everything bad in the world. "No one has ever looked at me the same way you do," she said quietly, meeting his gaze with one of her own.
Sarah was hurt to see him smile at something so candid. Then she realized what he was thinking as he started singing, "'Cause no one… is ever gonna love you more than I do…" Sarah broke out in laughter, recognizing the indie song he had a habit for playing at night before bed.
"Oh, my God, you're unbelievable," she sighed in an amused tone, moving away from the position he held her in.
Chuck pouted obnoxiously. "Come on, Skinny Love, what happened here?"
"Shut up!" she laughed from the bedside as she collected her clothes strewn over the floor.
He gestured to his chest and innocently said, "Don't make me a target." He had to dodge the pillow she threw at his head.
"You are so annoying, I can't even tell you how much you drive me crazy."
Chuck smiled and snapped his fingers rhythmically. "Oh, can you tell, I can't even explain," he sang.
Sarah decided that the worst thing to do would be to encourage him, so she focused on getting dressed. Changing the subject, she said, "Can I borrow one of your sweatshirts? It's cold down here."
"Well, it takes more than fucking someone you don't know to keep warm," he replied.
"The thing is, Chuck, I do know you."
"Like whispering you know me. You know me…" Sarah clenched her fists and screamed with her mouth closed out of pure frustration. She wrenched open the closet door that served as the room's exit and stormed out of there. Chuck called behind her, "Don't look back in anger!" before she slammed the door behind her.
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Next chapter: Sarah's first day as a member of the Nerd Herd.
Songs Chuck quoted (in order):
"No One's Gonna Love You" – Band of Horses (Chuck vs. The Nemesis)
"Skinny Love" – Bon Iver (Chuck vs. The Break Up)
"Don't Make Me A Target" – Spoon (Chuck vs. The Helicopter)
"Can You Tell" – Ra Ra Riot (Chuck vs. The Gravitron)
"Keep Yourself Warm" – Frightened Rabbit (Chuck vs. The Fat Lady)
"3 Rounds and a Sound" – Blind Pilot (Chuck vs. The Ring)
"Don't Look Back In Anger" – Oasis (Chuck vs. The Alma Mater)
All these songs have over 400 plays on my iTunes due to being in my Chuck playlist so that was a pretty fun scene to write. Reviews are greatly appreciated.