Hi everyone! Before we get into this story, I just want to take a minute and acknowledge those readers who send me anonymous reviews. I've gotten some really lovely anonymous reviews from some Chucksters here, and there's no way for me to reply and say thanks, so thank you!

This story is my take on Chuck & Sarah's honeymoon, since the show totally cheated us out of everything in that department. We missed a lot, you guys! It was going to be a one shot, but then the first two and a half days of their vacation took about 3400 words, so now it's going to be a three-parter. Here's part one!

I wanted to call the story "Chuck Versus the Honeymooners: Part II" (with Part I being the Season 3 Honeymooners episode on the French train) but I thought that might confuse people, so we're going with this..which might also be confusing, but at least I can let Chuck & Sarah explain this one ;)

As always, Chuck isn't mine, and please review!


The honeymoon began not at an airport, but at a bank. After re-routing Morgan to the nearest branch of their financial institution and feeding him a cover story about Chuck forgetting to make a withdrawal for honeymoon spending money, the newly married Chuck Bartowski and Sarah Walker entered the bank in their full wedding attire. Every head in the place turned and watched as the bride and groom made their way to the front desk. Chuck held the envelope containing the papers that, per the settlement agreement outlined in Hartley's letter, lacked only two signatures to complete the wire transfer of 877 million dollars to their newly-established joint account with shaking hands while Sarah calmly asked to see a notary. The amused-looking girl behind the desk pointed them to a corner office. Sarah thanked her and headed for the room, pulling a nervous Chuck behind her.

A quick examination of their IDs and marriage license, signatures from the notary and the anxious and astonished couple, and a bit of computer work, and it was done. They were officially multi-millionaires. The man who had been helping them rolled back from his computer with wide eyes and a heavy side.

"Congratulations," he said, shaking his head. "That is some wedding present."

"Yes, yes it is," Chuck quickly replied.

The man stood to leave his office and he saw his next appointment arrive and said, "Maybe you can get her a real ring now, huh?"

After a shared glance at the twist-ties adorning their fingers and a dirty look to the man from Sarah, the couple sat silent and motionless in their chairs, staring directly at the wall in front of them.

"Eight hundred…and seventy-seven…million dollars," Sarah finally said.

"Sarah?" Chuck asked. "Can I freak out?"

Sarah's eyes met his, and she smiled. With a nod, she said, "Yeah."

One more quick stop later, Chuck and Sarah arrived at LAX. They had directed Morgan to stop a second time so they could exchange their formal wedding clothes for dark jeans and a red shirt for him and a casual white dress and black leather jacket for her. After saying his final goodbyes and swearing to get Sarah's wedding dress into her closet at home unharmed and in one piece, Morgan bid them adieu. Sarah pulled their necessary travel documents out of her bag, checked her watch, and gasped.

"We have to check our bags and get through security…we're just barely going to make it, Chuck," Sarah said, grabbing her rolling suitcase and speed-walking towards the check-in desk. She noticed Chuck wasn't following her and turned to find him staring at the departure boards. She walked back to him and said, "What are you doing, Chuck? We're going to miss our flight!"

"Okay," Chuck nodded, making no effort to move.

"What do you mean 'okay?'" Sarah asked.

"Let's skip it," Chuck said.

"Our honeymoon?" Sarah asked, a worried expression creeping across her face.

"No. What? God, no," Chuck said, finally looking at her. "France. Let the plane leave without us."

"I don't understand," she said softly.

"We've done the Paris thing…and the French countryside thing," Chuck said. "That week on the train was our first honeymoon. Our dating honeymoon, if you will."

"Yeah…I thought that's why we were going back?" Sarah asked, desperately trying to understand where he was going with this.

"Well, yeah, it was, but Sarah…we have," he started. He lowered his voice before continuing. "Eight hundred and seventy-seven million dollars. We're practically billionaires!"

"One hundred and twenty-three million is a long way from practically," she said.

"Still…we can go anywhere," he said. "Let's go somewhere we haven't seen! Unless your heart is absolutely set on France. Then, just forget what I'm saying and let's go try to get to the gate on time."

Sarah bit her lip in contemplation and looked at the departure boards. She scanned the cities for a moment before looking to Chuck and asking, "Where do you want to go?"

That's how they found themselves in two first-class seats to Sydney, Australia. Chuck's face had paled when he heard the last-minute airfare on the two tickets, but Sarah had simply nudged him, whispered, "We're billionaires, remember?" in a teasing tone, and handed over her credit card with a smile.

Their plans to sleep on the flight flew right out the window as the excitement from the wedding, Hartley's gift, and their impromptu destination change kept them awake. They pulled out Chuck's laptop and spent the duration of the flight utilizing the plane's free Wi-Fi to check out where they were headed and reserve a honeymoon suite in one of the swankiest beach resorts near the city. They sipped champagne and kissed and animatedly chatted about the two weeks that lie ahead. By the time they landed and checked into their room in Australia, they were nothing short of exhausted.

Chuck insisted upon carrying her into the room, and she giggled, burying her tired face into his neck. Having brought the suitcases into the room before his lovely bride, he kicked the door shut behind him and set her down, keeping her close to his side. Hand-in-hand, they explored the suite, checking out the living room with the fancy furniture and large flat-screen TV, the dining room with a chandelier above the table, the bathroom with their own private hot tub, and the bedroom with the king-sized bed and cream-colored satin sheets. They stepped out onto their balcony, admiring the perfect view.

"Wow," Chuck finally breathed. "This place is incredible. The pictures on the website did not do it justice."

"This place better be incredible," Sarah said. "I'm pretty sure two weeks in here is going to cost about twice as much as our entire wedding."

"So we blow a little bit of money," he said with a shrug. He grinned. "We've got more."

"What happened to the guy who completely freaked out when he heard the price of the plane tickets?" she asked.

"He just checked into the most beautiful hotel room he's ever seen with the most beautiful woman he's ever seen," Chuck said, winking at her.

Sarah grinned and shook her head. "I can't believe how crazy these past couple days have been."

He let go of her side and turned to face her, clutching both of her hands with his. "Are you feeling okay? How do you feel?"

She squeezed his hands and smiled. "I'm good," she said. She turned her head and peered at the luxurious bed behind her. "Though…how horrible would we be if we just got into that bed over there and went to sleep?"

Chuck sighed in relief. "I'm so glad you said that. That's all I've been able to think about since I laid my eyes on it."

Sarah pulled his arms all the way around her and stepped into his embrace. Her arms went around his neck, fingers threading into his hair, and she said, "So…sleep first, honeymoon tomorrow?"

"Deal," Chuck smiled, sealing the promise with a gentle kiss. "There's just one thing I think we should do first."

"What's that?" she asked.

Chuck took her hand again and guided her into the room. He closed the sliding door that led to the balcony, locking it behind them, and walked her over to the bed.

"Sit," he said.

Sarah sat on the bed, crawling to the middle of the mattress and crossing her legs Indian-style. Once she felt the mattress beneath her, it took everything she had not to fall over and give in to the sleep that wanted to overtake her body, but she fought it, wanting to see what Chuck had in store for her. Chuck started by pulling out his iPod and plugging it into the docking station by the bed. Nina Simon's "Feeling Good" filled the room, and Sarah smiled. Chuck reached into his black jacket and pulled out a small, blue, velvet bag. He used his knees to walk across the mattress, mimicking her position once he reached her. Chuck sat directly across from Sarah and poured their wedding bands into his palm. The couple stared at the rings for a moment before looking at each other.

"You ready?" Chuck asked with a grin.

"I'm really glad we saved something special for just us," Sarah said with a big smile.

"Me too," he said. He held his ring out to her and asked, "You want to go first?"

Sarah took the ring in her right hand and held his left hand with hers. She hesitated for a moment and said, "What should I…say? Should I say something or should I just…do it?"

"How about…I love you?" Chuck suggested.

"I like that," she smiled.

Sarah placed the ring back into his right palm and used both hands to undo the white twist-tie around his ring finger. She picked up the band again and tossed the twist-tie onto the mattress. Her eyes watered as she grabbed his hand.

"I love you, Chuck," she said. She slid the ring onto his finger and held his hand in both of hers, admiring it. With a soft voice, she added, "Thank you for marrying me."

A tear spilled from her eye when she looked up and saw that he was looking at her the same way he had looked at her after she read her vows during their practice wedding. He brushed the tear away, and she offered him her hand. He placed her ring into her right palm, untwisting the tie around her finger.

"I love you, Sarah," he said, sliding her band onto her finger. She breathed out a small chuckle and blinked back another tear. He brought her hand to his lips, kissed it softly, and said, "Thank you for marrying me."

"Perfect," she whispered, looking down at their matching rings.

Their song reverberated against the walls of the honeymoon suite as the couple held hands and fixed their eyes upon one another. After a few moments of marveling at the pure love and happiness in the other's eyes, they leaned together slowly. Sarah let a small noise escape the back of her throat as their lips met in a tender kiss, and Chuck moaned as he reached for her waist. She sat on one of his knees, stretching her legs across his lap, and they exchanged passionately soft kisses until their song ended. They pulled apart as the room grew silent, eyes locking together briefly, and Sarah kissed him again when the song began again and she realized he had set it up to play on a loop. He had been right. It was now her favorite song.

Chuck pulled away after another minute of kissing and, keeping his face close to hers, asked, "Maybe a little bit of slow, gentle honeymooning before we go to sleep?"

"Deal," she muttered against his lips and pulled him on top of her as she finally let herself fall back against the mattress.

Chuck held her hand the entire time as he made love with his wife for the first time. They fell asleep almost instantly after, wrapped in each other's arms, and woke up nearly half a day later, wrapped naked in the satin sheets. They almost never slept like that at home, due to the fact that their bedroom window still had a propensity to serve as a second front door from time-to-time, so Chuck immediately reached for her, wanting to feel her warm morning skin against his. He pulled her back into his chest so they were spooning, and Sarah's body nestled perfectly against his. Their feet began to play under the covers, and Chuck pulled her in a little bit closer.

"Are you awake?" he softly asked.

Sarah scrunched her face and moaned, "Leave me alone. I'm on vacation."

"Yes, you are," he chuckled. "You don't have to get up."

"Good," she sighed. "I never want to leave this bed."

"That works for me, too," he grinned.

He brushed some hair away from her neck before returning his arm to her waist. Chuck leaned down and attached his lips to her neck, suckling on her skin and tasting her with his tongue. Sarah's eyes remained closed, but her lips parted on a pleasurable sigh.

"You like my neck," she sleepily mumbled.

"I do," Chuck laughed. He kissed her skin a few more times and muttered, "It's warm and soft…" He nuzzled his nose against a dry portion of her neck, lightly breathed in, and added, "And you always smell good."

Sarah moaned as his lips continued to caress her sensitive skin. She leaned into him a little bit more and whispered, "This is nice."

"Yeah," Chuck agreed.

He pulled away from her neck and used his hand to guide her chin towards him. She twisted her upper body so that she was laying half on her back and half on her side. Her eyes fluttered open, and she was met with the sight of her husband smiling down at her, love glimmering in his deep brown eyes. She said nothing but smiled back at him.

"Good morning, Mrs. Bartowski," he said.

"Good morning, Mr. Walker," she said.

They shared a laugh and a gentle, silent kiss to their mouths. She watched his eyes travel over her face and waited for his next move.

"You look so beautiful, honey," Chuck said.

She stroked his cheek. "You don't look so bad yourself."

They fell into another sweet kiss, and Chuck moved them lower on the mattress with one arm, pulling the covers over their heads with the other. Just as Sarah had wished, they never left that bed, filling their first day in Australia with tender caresses, intimate kisses, pleasure-filled giggles, whispered sweet nothings, and more room service than they knew what to do with. At the end of the day, after another steamy round of lovemaking, they sat together in the middle of their bed, Sarah on his thighs, her legs curled around his back. Their sweaty bodies entwined, they took a moment to catch their breaths before sharing a smile and one more kiss.

"For the record," Chuck said as they pulled out of the kiss. "I'm a big fan of this honeymoon thing."

"It is going pretty well, isn't it?" Sarah concurred.

"We should do this every year," Chuck said. "Seriously…every anniversary for the rest of our lives, we'll pick a place, book a honeymoon suite like this one and just…go."

"No arguments here," Sarah smiled.

Chuck threw himself back onto the mattress with a sigh. He grasped her hips, and she moved forward to sit on his stomach.

"You're kind of exhausting," Chuck told her.

Sarah laughed and leaned down for another kiss. Rather than fall to his side and snuggle against him like he wanted her to do, she crawled off of him and hopped off the bed. He watched her walk towards the bathroom, eyes fixated on the sway in her hips. She turned to look at him when she reached the doorway, and he pretended that he hadn't been staring. She shot him a knowing look.

"Come on, babe," she said, nodding her head. "Let's hit the shower."

Chuck groaned and reluctantly pulled his tired body out of bed, following his lady into the lavish bathroom.


Chuck woke up the next morning as his wife maneuvered herself into a sitting position atop the blankets that were covering his stomach, a leg on either side of his body. She was dressed in small denim shorts, a white tank top, and her blue sweater. Her blonde locks rested against her right shoulder in a single braid. His hands came to rest on her waist as he woke up, and she tilted her head to the side, smiling down at him.

"Good morning, Mrs. Bartowski," he grinned.

She chuckled. "Good morning, Mr. Walker."

"Why are you dressed?" he grumbled.

"Because people typically wear clothes when they go out," Sarah said.

"Why are we going out?" Chuck asked.

"Because we're in Australia, and I want to go explore."

"I have something we can explore," he grinned.

"What?" she asked, shooting him a look.

"That private hot tub in there," he said as he unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts, giving him a peek at her lacy blue panties.

She glanced down at her shorts for a moment before looking at him, pointing to the denim, and saying, "Put those back together."

Chuck did what he was told and said, "Baby…you're really going to make me go out?"

"Yeah," she smiled. "Unless you want me to go out without you..."

"You wouldn't," he said, narrowing his eyes at her.

"I would," she confirmed. "Come on, Chuck. I never get to actually see the places I go! And you! In the airport…Mr. Let's-Go-Somewhere-We-Haven't-Seen! You got me here. Let's go see it."

With one last groan, Chuck sat up, pulled her in for a hot good morning kiss, and shifted her off of his lap so he could get out of bed. She relaxed against the pillows and watched him get dressed. Once he was ready to go, he tossed her purse to her, grabbed his video camera, and held out his hand.

"Let's go see Sydney," he said.

She took his hand and smiled. "It'll be fun. I promise."

They ventured into downtown Sydney, exploring the city, checking out the sites, and buying Sarah several new outfits after she lamented about having packed for a completely different location and honeymoon. They walked around the city with his arm draped around her shoulder and her hand holding his, her shopping bags dangling from his free hand.

Much to Chuck's amusement and surprise, Sarah spoke in a near flawless Australian accent whenever she had to interact with a store clerk, a waiter, or another local, transitioning right back to her American voice whenever she spoke to him. He waited for her to realize she wasn't on a mission and didn't need to do that, but after a while, he decided that maybe Sarah didn't even know she was doing it. He also decided it'd be fun to see how long she continued to do it, so Chuck stayed quiet, subtly chuckling to himself throughout the day.

When they finally took a break by the Sydney Opera House, Chuck pulled out his video camera. He clicked it on and filmed their surroundings before turning the camera onto him and Sarah.

"So, as you can see, we are not in Paris," Chuck said to the camera.

"We're in Australia!" Sarah said with excitement.

Chuck told the camera about their last-minute destination swap and went on to talking about their day in Sydney. Sarah had never been much for making home movies, so he talked to her and asked her questions as he described their day, wanting to keep her involved in their honeymoon videos.

"So…all in all, I've had a pretty good day," Chuck said to the camera. He turned to Sarah, but continued to hold the camera so it captured both of them. "How about you, Sarah?"

"Yeah," she agreed. "It's wonderful here."

"You're wonderful," he said quietly.

They would later find that the camera had picked up his words, though he said it only for her. She shyly looked down at his comment before picking her eyes back up to meet his. After a moment, he leaned in for a couple of playful kisses, and, with another shared smile, Chuck pressed the red button and the camera clicked off.


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