A/N: So. A different take on the ending kiss. And on the post-finale in general. Because there's not nearly enough aggressive-Sarah in post-finale fic.
Also, not cutting away when there's a sex scene. So, uh... there's your smut warning. M rated for language and extensive sexual content. That isn't to say this is just going to be wall to wall Charah smut. This will have a plot, in addition to Charah smut.
I: Sarah vs The Lie
Chuck and Sarah finally came apart when oxygen became a concern. It had been an amazing kiss, not the most passionate perhaps, but there had been a connection in it that had made Chuck's heart surge with hope. He licked his lips and tried to catch his breath. He didn't want to ask, Morgan's idiot magic kiss idea could never have worked, but he could feel the moment becoming more and more awkward as it drew out. At last, he cleared his throat. "So?" he said softly.
Sarah averted her eyes from his and shook her head, disappointment clear in the slump of her shoulders. "No, I didn't remember anything new."
Chuck found his fingers twined through hers and didn't know which of them had initiated it. "I'm so sorry. It was silly to get our hopes up. So. What are you going to do now?"
Sarah rubbed her thumb across the back of his hand gently, looking at their linked fingers. She glanced up at him through the curtain of her golden hair.
"Chuck, I lied."
"What? You mean it worked?"
"No," she snorted. "Not about that. Before, when I left to go after Quinn. And then after I came back too..."
Chuck felt himself holding his breath. What could she be talking about. It sounded momentous.
"When I said I didn't feel it," she said.
The tension in his chest released. His hand came up and tucked stray hair behind her ear, fingers lingering perhaps a moment longer than he intended. She shivered just slightly and leaned into the touch before he brought his hand down.
"That was the lie. It was the first thing to come back, and I've been fighting it for almost the whole time. At first I fought it because I was still convinced Quinn was telling the truth. I still don't remember why I feel like this. I kept trying to figure out what you could be using to make me constantly want to jump your bones. I considered everything, like maybe you were drugging my food or had special pheromone cologne or something. But I was already halfway to the truth when Quinn revealed himself as the D-bag of all d-bags.
I told you I didn't feel it because that was the only way I could make myself walk out on you. I had to tell myself the same thing, the other possibility was too big. But then being apart it creeped back up on me, and now it's so intense. I was trying so hard to stay professional, and you're just so sweet all the time. I'm honestly a little scared, Chuck. Was, still am. It's really hard for me to admit that, you know?"
"Of course I do," Chuck said, a grin cracking his expression. "I know you."
"See that's half of what scares me. You know me, but I only know you from the last couple weeks and listening to my old lovestruck video diary..." she heaved a put-upon sigh. "That grin of yours is also completely unfair."
"How so?" Chuck asked seriously.
"I've never felt this way," she said. "Or I guess I have and just don't remember. Every time you flash that grin at me I want to drop my panties, throw you on the ground and get stuck in."
Chuck tried to choke on his tongue. Sarah grinned. "A little more frank than we usually talk about sex?"
"Yeah. A little," he said. He squeezed her hand gently. "Don't take that as a complaint though. God, this is a weird situation."
"So I don't know how to say this... the uh, the panty dropping and... so on..." he blushed a little even saying it. He hadn't been so tongue tied and easily flustered around Sarah in years.
"Oh I'm completely serious. If anything I'm underselling it."
Chuck swallowed. "Okay, that's um... good to hear. And you've got your own totally unfair cuteness tricks that I will not reveal to you out of self-preservation. So you're not alone in that respect. But that's not what I was getting at. I'm just- is it just physical?"
"I don't think so. That's partly why I wanted to hear our story. It helped me wrap my mind around things better. I'm not really one to express emotions very well. Except physically. So I was being literal before. That grin of yours? Ugh! Usually a cute grin isn't nearly enough, right? Not for me at least." She shook her head in wonder. "But with you it is. So yeah, it's not just physical, okay? The physical part is just really difficult for me to put aside, which isn't exactly the norm for me either. It's a little frustrating. Weird doesn't begin to describe it."
"It's okay for this not to make sense right now, Sarah. I understand how hard this has got to be. I can't imagine losing my memories of the last five years with you, I don't know if I could stand it. I'm not as strong as you."
"Dummy," Sarah said. "I've probably told you this before. But you are amazingly strong. Using the glasses like you did, to save all those people instead of letting me try to bring back my memories with them? I wouldn't have been able to do that if our positions had been reversed. I wouldn't have even have considered it."
"I'm sorry. Maybe I could have figured some other way-"
"No, don't," Sarah pressed her hand over his mouth. "Don't play the what if game. Don't be the sexy self sacrificing hero with me right now. I don't think I could handle that right now."
Chuck frowned under her palm and gently peeled her hand away. He tried to look into her eyes for the answer. "What do you mean? I'm sorry if I'm making you uncomfortable. I didn't..."
Sarah glared at him and Chuck's voice trailed off. He swallowed. That was a glare he remembered. The one that usually presaged him being pinned to the nearest convenient flat surface and mauled.
"That's right," Sarah nodded slowly, apparently satisfied he'd recognized that glare. "One more comment like that and I'll be forced to mount you right here on the beach."
Chuck swallowed again before he could say anything. "I don't want to rush you into anything Sarah, you're too important to-"
Sarah groaned. And then pounced. Even though she was sitting cross-legged, somehow one moment she was sitting next to him, the next moment she was straddling his hips, pinning his wrists to the sand over his head and kissing him silly. "What did I say?" Chuck finally said when she moved on from kissing his lips to explore the side of his neck.
"Just shut up and kiss back, dummy." She took one of his hands and tugged it free of the sand, up around her back and planted it firmly on her rear end. The other she placed over her breast. Sarah captured his lips again and ground herself down harder on him.
"Hey, you two wanna take this someplace else? This is a family beach," Chuck felt Sarah reaching for her knife before she registered the man's uniform. She only just managed to halt the throw and tuck the knife away unseen.
"Right away sir!" Chuck said squirming out from under her.
Sarah let him get away momentarily and turned to sit next to him. They pretended contrition long enough for the security guard to continue his slow patrol of the beach and pier area. They sat in awkward silence for a time, watching the man stroll away.
Finally, Sarah glanced at him out of the corner of her eyes. "You're not freaked out, are you? I came on a little strong there, didn't I?"
"Not that strong," Chuck said. "I mean, still top three or four, easy."
"What was number one?" Sarah said. A devilish smile on her lips.
"Thailand," Chuck said without hesitation. "You remember anything about Thailand?"
"No. I don't think so anyway. I went there on a mission one time, but there was nothing sexy about it," Sarah shrugged. "I went undercover at a kickboxing tournament. So what happened in Thailand the time you're talking about?"
"I did kind of gloss over that when I told you our story, huh? It wasn't the best. I'd been kidnapped by some very bad people, and you kind of went a little nuts. I actually kind of don't want to tell you some of this..."
"Why not?" Sarah said dangerously. "You cheat on me? Sex tourism is a thriving industry in that part of the world."
"What? No!" Chuck said. "Why would you ask that. Of course not. Never in a million years."
"Ok. Then what?" She nudged his shoulder with her own.
"Well, you cut quite a swathe through the local bad guy population, trying to find me. By the time you did track me down, a pretty large percentage of the Thai underworld was referring to you in terrified whispers as 'the giant blond shemale.'"
"Giant blond WHAT!" Sarah exclaimed, drawing the security guard's attention. He started strolling back their way.
"See that's why I didn't want to tell you. But, um... maybe we should think about relocating this talk if we don't want an audience," Chuck said.
"Uh, yeah that's... that's probably a good idea," Sarah said in his ear, cocking an eyebrow in the direction of the approaching rent-a-cop.. "We're not very into exhibitionism, are we?"
"No," Chuck said. "God, no."
"Just making sure," she grinned wickedly. "I figured we weren't, judging by how red you turned just forcing yourself to say the word panties... ha, there you go again. I can imagine making you blush and stammer being a very favorite pastime of mine."
Chuck merely nodded and groaned in agreement. Sarah clambered to her feet and offered him a hand up.
"We taking both cars?" Sarah said.
"Yeah, probably best not to have to drive back out here later. But, um... are you coming back to stay? Or just to talk?"
"Oh. Talk? Well I guess we could do that too, but I thought we were going back to the apartment to have wild nasty monkey sex."
Chuck tripped over his own feet and went down flat on his face. He rolled over and spit out a mouthful of sand. "You did that on purpose."
Sarah smirked down at him for a moment. "Yup. Though, let's not rule anything out, right?" The wink she shot him was just classic naughty-Sarah, and Chuck nearly fell over in the process of trying to get to his feet.
"Seriously, cut that out!" Chuck said, brushing himself off and getting up again. His eyes narrowed as they walked into the parking lot and he leaned against his car, peering over the roof at her. "Okay, nice try."
"What?" Sarah said looking up from unlocking her own car.
"You dodged the question by making me think about sexytimes," Chuck said. "You haven't been able to get away with that consistently in a couple of years. Okay yeah, you can still put on a sexy outfit and get me to spill any particular beans you want at the drop of well, I was going to say a hat, but..."
She grinned. "Yeah, I get it, Chuck."
"You still didn't answer my question."
"Well, it was kind of an unfair question, don't you think?"
Chuck winced. "Yeah, I do see that. But our finances are still linked so it's germane. You probably went through most of your emergency funds on the hunt for Quinn, right? So, if you don't want to stay at my place, our place-terminology on this is bugging the crap out of me-can I still call it our place?"
"Just call it 'the apartment' for now," Sarah said.
"Okay. I've got your debit cards and stuff you left, so if you want to get a hotel room instead you can use those."
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves, alright? Chuck, let's just go to your- the apartment, and... how about we just take this one day at a time? One step at a time? If it gets to be too much, I promise I'll talk to you before I decide anything unilaterally. Deal?"
The drive back to Echo Park in separate cars seemed interminable but finally they pulled into the parking lot. Sarah sat in her car for a moment, watching Chuck climb out of his car. She chewed her lip nervously. Chuck bent to look at her through the windshield in concern, and she smiled at him and shrugged. She slid out of the car and went to him. Chuck wasn't expecting a bear-hug, obviously; he staggered back a step before she felt his arms close around her. Just a hug. She wasn't going to try and stick her tongue down his throat until they were at least back inside the apartment, but even that felt amazing. Just being held by him was a rush of sensation.
She pulled away a little, just enough to go up on her toes and peer over his shoulder into the courtyard. Sarah kind of dreaded going back into the place where she'd tried to kill the love of her life. It was still weird thinking of him that way. But she could feel that it was true, all of the things he'd told her at the beach rang true, even if he'd gone a little light on the details to save time. "What's wrong?" Chuck whispered in her ear.
Sarah shook her head. "Nothing, come on." She seized his hand and led him toward the apartment, then crossed her arms impatiently waiting for him to unlock the door. Finally he got the door open and waved her in ahead of him. Sarah put a seductive sway into her walk and was gratified to hear him groan.
Chuck was watching her when she turned back around to face him, a thoughtful expression on his face. Sarah bit her lip and moved closer, grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him into another hug. She peered up at him and marvelled once more at the sense of closeness it gave her just to be folded up into his arms.
"So what else happened in Thailand?"
Chuck shrugged uncomfortably. "They tried to erase everything in my brain that wasn't the Intersect. You got there and saved me at literally the last second before they finalized the brain wipe."
"Oh god," Sarah said. "That- like your whole brain?"
"Yeah, but you got there in time. I only lost a couple of surface details. I forgot my birthdate for a while, and other little things. But I at least knew who everybody in my life still was. It's wasn't nearly as bad as what you're going through."
"At least you knew you'd forgotten things," Sarah said. "I just... it's taking a lot of getting used to. Aside from a couple of tiny things, it's like. I traveled through time or something. Can we sit down?"
"I've actually got some sand in uncomfortable places. Can I go take a shower first?"
"Mm... good idea. Care for some company?"
Chuck blushed and swallowed nervously. It was too cute. Sarah swooped in and gave him a quick smooch. That was her intention anyway, a quick kiss because he'd blushed and she thought it was cute. That didn't turn out to be the case, his arms went around her and the kiss became more intense, lingering. Sarah leaned into him and opened her mouth, deepening the contact. Chuck pulled away after more than a few seconds, breathing hard. "Sarah, we don't need to rush into anything."
She kissed him more insistently, and her hands went for his belt. Chuck grabbed her wrists and broke the kiss with a start. "Chuck, I want this," She said. "It's not like we've never done this before, right?" She moved her next kiss to his neck.
Chuck groaned. "That's not... oh god... Sarah that's not the point."
"Okay, what is the point, then?" Sarah was becoming frustrated now.
"I just want you to know. To really know, that I don't expect anything of you. I don't expect this to go any further tonight. I'll sleep on the couch with no questions asked. We can just talk if you want. I know you're still thinking of you and 'my Sarah' as two different people. That I fell in love with you because you changed over the last five years."
She shook her head, but more because he somehow knew her so well. More evidence, if she needed it, that they had been as close as Chuck was always insisting. "Didn't you?" she finally forced the words out, her voice small and scared, eyes downcast.
He brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes, and kissed her gently on the forehead. "Sarah, no. You have to realize that, if we're going to make this work. Yes. I grew to love you more and more with every passing day. And I still do. But the girl that I first fell in love with wasn't the five years later Sarah." he nudged a finger under her chin, tilting her face up to him. "It was your strength above anything else that first made me fall for you. The grit and the determination, and so many other things. The kickass ninja-spy girl who stole my heart. And please believe me when I say that you managed that within the first two weeks I knew you. I'm a good judge of character."
It was Sarah's turn to swallow nervously around a lump in her throat. Suddenly she was holding back tears, which seldom happened to her. What the hell?! "Okay," she said trying to keep her voice steady. "Now there's absolutely no chance I'm letting you shower by yourself." She grinned. "Ever."
He laughed and shook his head. "Are you sure? We can- probably should give it time before we jump into-" she silenced that line of thought with another smoldering kiss. "Ugh, you're too tall. I have to keep going up on tiptoes to kiss you properly."
"Hang on," Chuck said, and backed her a few steps into the kitchen. His hands suddenly dipped to her cup her ass, and Sarah tensed. Hadn't he just been talking about going slow? But he just boosted her up, and then she was sitting on the high counter, and he was at almost the perfect height.
"You've done that before," she said. It came out with maybe a touch more accusation than she intended, and Sarah winced internally, hoping Chuck wouldn't overreact.
"Once or twice," Chuck grinned. "We spent a week when you first moved in figuring that sort of thing out. Whether the height of certain flat surfaces around the apartment was... appropriate."
She nodded slowly, grinning at the thought of methodically trying out all the spots to have sex. That made sense. It sounded like something she would do, as the idea of herself actually getting married never had. Reconciling herself with five years later Sarah seemed that little bit more manageable. Sarah looked into his eyes and bit her lip. She spread her legs and tugged his shirt to bring him close enough to kiss. It started off relatively innocent, but then his tongue met hers and the kiss deepened; Sarah kicked off her shoes and tucked her legs around Chuck's back to stop him from getting away. His hands went around her, and then one slid under her shirt. He didn't run his hand up and unhook her bra as Sarah half-expected. Chuck was still taking his time. But his hand was warm against her skin. Or maybe she was just warm. She was wearing entirely too many clothes. She could feel a bead of sweat trickling down between her breasts.
She moaned low in her throat and Chuck pulled away to grin at her, setting off a flare of heat through her core, before he moved back in and kissed the side of her jaw, then just behind her ear, her neck. She tugged his shirt out of the back of his pants and thrust her hands up to feel the heat of his skin. Her legs tightened around behind him, ankles locking together more securely. She scooted her hips forward, greedy to feel him pressing against her.
Sarah's eyes widened when she felt his stiffness through his pants, sending another thrill down her spine. He latched onto her collarbone with his lips and she let out a gasp. "Why don't we get... to that shower now?" she said.
"It's our second first time," Chuck shrugged. "I want it to be special for you."
She bit her lip. "I'm so keyed up already, Chuck. I just want you inside me. We don't have to go to the shower. I'm at about the right height right here, aren't I?"
"The bed is more romantic than either, but I don't want to get sand in the sheets. If we could shower separately..."
Sarah shook her head. "No. I can't wait that long, Chuck. I need you."
"Okay, do you want to let go so you can stand up?"
"No," she said, legs tightening around his waist and grinding him against her. She stifled a moan. "I really don't want to let you go."
"Okay," Chuck said. "Then hold on tight."
Sarah's eyes widened in shock as his hands gripped her butt again and he lifted her up off the counter. She gripped him with her legs and arms and squeezed tight against his chest, getting as close to him as their fully clothed state would allow. Chuck carried her like that down the hall to the bathroom, a little unsteady on his feet from holding her up. Every step ground her crotch into him and sent more electricity up her spine. Sarah muffled groans into his chest. He kicked the door shut behind him and Sarah loosened her hold on him slightly, so she could raise her head and whisper in his ear. "God, I'm so wet right now..."
Chuck froze in her arms and looked down at her for a moment, and then his lips met hers tenderly but fiercely. She moaned into his mouth and finally forced herself to unlock her ankles from the small of his back and retake her feet. Sarah pushed him out to arms length and started yanking his shirt off over his head. Chuck was a little slow, and he had to struggle against her insistent tugging to get his arms up properly. And then the shirt was gone, and Sarah bent to kiss his chest.
Chuck gasped and pulled her tight against him. "I hope you know turnabout is fair play," he said.
Sarah shivered at the thought, and then he was tugging the hem of her shirt up. Sarah darted her hands up immediately. They still got a little tangled up, but finally her shirt went to join his on the floor. Chuck's hands were hot on her ribs, one coming up to slip the strap of her bra down off her shoulder. His lips found the spot he'd just bared and Sarah bit off a moan. That shouldn't be anywhere near as sexy as it was. She dug her fingers through his hair and tugged him away from her shoulder so she could try to ram her tongue down his throat. But Chuck's tongue met hers.
She went for his belt again, and this time Chuck let her slip it open and nudge his pants down. Chuck kicked his shoes off and stepped out of his pants. He broke the kiss and went back to her shoulder, kissing just a little lower this time, down into her cleavage, but he left her bra alone for now. That wouldn't do. Sarah twisted her arms around behind her back and unclasped her bra, shrugged out of it and tossed it aside. Chuck pulled back and blinked down at her chest for a moment, nonplussed.
"I guess we found our next mission: the case of the disappearing bra," Chuck said.
Sarah pointed to the growing pile of clothing on the bathroom tiles. "Mystery solved." She pressed her bare breasts into his chest and went up on her toes to kiss him, grinding against his chest. Without his pants in the way, she could feel the heat of his erection through the thin cotton boxer-briefs. Without even stopping to think about it, her hand darted under the waistband of his shorts and gripped him gently, fingers exploring. Chuck gasped and tried to pull away from the kiss. But Sarah still had a grip on his hair and held on, gliding her fist down the length of him.
His hands slid up her sides and cupped her breasts, pushing into the tiny gap between them and kneading gently. His thumbs and forefingers found her nipples and Sarah's breath caught in her throat. Her fingers went slack for a moment, and Chuck tore himself away from her lips.
He went down to one knee and his hands left her breasts, suddenly cold and nipples erect. She tried to take a step back herself in surprise, but he was already unbuttoning her jeans. He grinned up at her and slid his fingers into the waistband of her panties, front and rear, yanking jeans and black lace bikini briefs down around her knees in one powerful jerk. Her eyes went as wide as they would go, shocked at the roughness, the eagerness he was displaying. She liked it. Chuck ran one hand up her calf, past her knee and rubbed slow sensuous circles along her inner thigh as he used the other to slip her foot free of the tangle of jeans and panties around her ankles. She shivered as he pressed a kiss to the inside of her calf and switched to the other leg. Sarah lifted her foot slightly to allow him to get her other leg free more easily, then kicked her pants onto the discard pile. She grinned down at him. There was an imbalance in their clothing again, and she decided then and there that she would remove those tight boxer-briefs with her damn teeth.
But Chuck had other ideas; his breathing was ragged as he gazed at the bounty before him. Their eyes met. He still had hold of Sarah's leg, and lifted it up. Sarah wobbled and caught her balance by putting one hand on top of his head. Chuck grinned and shifted closer, pressing a wet kiss to her torso just where the waist of her panties had been moments before licking his way down. Sarah's eyes went wider still. He wasn't going to- he was!
Chuck propped her leg up onto his shoulder and gripped her opposite buttock gently as he darted in to suck on her clit. He just went right for it, fingers on his free hand rubbing the hood up out of the way and his tongue lapping at her insistently. "Oh god! Just- agh, Chuck, you don't need to do-oooh... that..." she was panting now. "I'm ready already!"
Chuck pulled away long enough to give her a wolfish smile. "I can see that from down here, you know," he said, and went back to it. His lips made a wet smacking, sucking noise against her and Sarah lurched, trying to maintain her balance as her eyes went unfocused. God, where had he learned that! And she knew; of course she knew. Her face was on fire with the knowledge that he'd probably done this to her before a hundred times. Or more! His tongue flicked around and up and down her expertly. Sarah gasped and panted and moaned and she half-staggered backward, bouncing on the one foot that still had traction on the tiles. Chuck broke free of her long enough to grin up at her and ease her ass up against the sink so she wouldn't fall over. She gripped the porcelain tightly one handed behind her back.
"Chuck, I'm-" he didn't wait for her to finish the thought, diving back into her pussy tongue first. Now that the hand on her ass wasn't needed to help steady her, those fingers came into play as well. She should have expected it, but they still came as a shock. Chuck slipped a finger up into her and sucked her pussy lips into his mouth. A second finger wiggled its way inside her and spread her open just enough to hit just the right spot. "Oh god!" Sarah moaned, eyes drifting shut and grabbing a handful of his hair to hold his head in place as she thrust her hips forward against his ministrations. The probing fingers fingers paused and then crooked and stroked confidently in long arcs inside the tigthening flesh of her pussy. Sarah felt her whole body beginning to tense, her coreclenching harder than ever around his fingers. His tongue and thumb competed for time grinding at her clitoris counterpoint to his fingers wiggling away inside her. Her mouth hung open in shock at the waves up pleasure running up from the liquid fire of her center. She'd never felt anything like this before. Her breath came in huge gulps, only cooling the fire momentarily. Sarah squirmed trying halfheartedly to get away from the relentless fingers and tongue wet and slick against her, inside her. Sweat was running down her neck, her back, in between her breasts, like she'd just sprinted a mile. It tickled and inflamed her all the more, gooseflesh ran down her arms and legs and sides.
Sarah heard a high pitched keening and knew it was her own voice, broken up by her gasps for more air. She tried to stop it, but only managed to turn the volume of it down slightly. Chuck's fingers broke their rhythm, suddenly thrusting up into her sopping folds hard, almost roughly, two three, half a dozen times, and the world came apart in sparks and flashes of light.
When Sarah came back to herself, she was in a bed, on her back, legs wrapped around a head of brown curly hair she recognized immediately. She let go with her thighs and Chuck pulled back, looking up at her grinning hungrily. She could see the eiffel tower out the window. Mmm... much better than her first trip to paris.
Sarah blinked, and looked down at that same grin, still trying to catch her breath. What the hell had that been? A memory, or just a figment of her pleasure-addled brain?
"Where'd you go?" Chuck said.
Sarah let out a breathy sigh. "Heaven, I think."
Chuck blushed faintly.
She shimmied her hips to disengage, settled the leg he'd draped over his shoulder back onto the tile floor. Cold! Sarah grabbed his hands and tugged him up to his feet, turned to put his back to the sink and kissed him dead center in the chest, working her way down. Her legs were rubbery, barely up to holding her weight anyway, so in a way it was good that she was heading for her knees. Time to fulfill her wifely duties. And after what he'd just given her, she was actually looking forward to- He caught her under the armpits and hoisted her back upright. Sarah's mouth fell open.
She raised an eyebrow, glanced down at the tent he made in his boxer-briefs, then met his eyes. "But..."
"I don't expect anything of you, Sarah."
"You're saying no, though? To me? To that?" Sarah said incredulously. "I want to..."
He kissed her softly. "Later," he said. "If you still want to."
His hands squeezed her ass and then darted lower, looking to spread her thighs apart. Sarah figured it out a moment later and gave a little hop. Chuck caught her and she wrapped herself around him, locked her ankles in the small of his back. He carried her the handful of steps to the shower stall and then let go with one hand long enough to open the shower and work the water. The only way to travel, she thought to herself, and then had to wonder if she'd had that thought before and couldn't remember. It almost spoiled the moment. Almost.
"Be a minute for the hot water," Chuck said into her neck. She could feel his erection pressing against the curve of her ass, wetness from her climax plastering the thin cotton to him. Sarah nodded and shimmied herself down him, awkward with his still-clothed erection poking her, out of his arms and ducked into the cold spray of water. She needed to cool off or he was going to give her a heart attack.
It was darker in the shower stall, and the cold water sent shivers down her spine as it soaked her back and dripped down her legs. She turned to face the spray and shuddered when the cold water hit her already near-painfully tight nipples. Sarah tilted her head up and opened her mouth, took a mouthful of water from the shower-head and swallowed it, shook her head to get the water into her hair faster.
She'd taken her eyes off Chuck, and when she turned toward him, he'd ditched the boxers and come halfway into the shower. The door was half-closed behind him, making it even darker. He loomed over her, between her and the door. Her spy instincts screamed at her that there was no escape. Sarah didn't want to escape though, did she? Her whole body was tingling again, and she cupped a handful of water from the shower, splashed it at Chuck. It wasn't as cold anymore.
Her eyes widened and locked onto his cock. She was surprised. She wasn't going to admit that to Chuck, but she was. He was bigger than she'd expected. His was six foot three, and definitely proportional. More than. The evidence had been there. Big feet he was always tripping over. Big hands that had enveloped her breasts so easily. But his unassuming demeanor had tripped her up. She'd been prepared to hide disappointment if he hadn't measured up. Sarah hadn't been prepared to hide surprise the other way.
Chuck grinned. "My face is up here, Sarah."
She grabbed his cock and pulled him by it into the warming spray of water with her. His arms folded around her easily, one hand sliding up her spine to hold her gently, the other drifting down and cupping her right buttock easily. She went up on her toes to kiss him, and his tongue swept into her mouth, hungrily exploring away. He gave her ass a squeeze and she shook her hair out of her face. He nudged forward a little and she rubbed the tip of him over her clit and shivered.
Chuck pushed her back against the wall and bent at the knees, getting his hips under hers. Sarah held her breath. He was out of control. She closed her eyes tight and bit her lip. So was she. She needed to relax, he was going to come in hard and god she was still wet enough that was exactly what she wanted. He was going to slam it all the way into her, balls deep with one thrust. But then he didn't. Sarah's eyes open questioningly, and his hands shifted, both on her ass, like he wanted to lift her up again, but why the hesitation?
Sarah swallowed before she could talk. Trying to think. Of course. That wouldn't be safe. She nodded and spun away from him, bending slightly at the waist and spreading her legs apart enough to accommodate him. Slippery tile underfoot, safer if he took her from behind.
His hand on her shoulder, she tensed involuntarily in then he was cupping her chin, tilting her head. He kissed her neck. It was difficult to hear him over the water. She poked her ass at him invitingly.
"Hard to make love doggy style," Chuck said soft in her ear. Sarah's eyes widened; she half turned to get a better look at his face. "And besides, that's why we sprang for the non-slip coating." Sarah looked down at their feet, and she could make out odd shapes. She ran her foot over one of them, and it felt like sandpaper. She turned back to face him fully, tested her foot against it and blushed. They would have plenty of traction for anything they wanted to do in here. Chuck's erection was bobbing there between them, a bare couple of inches from where she wanted it. Sarah reached out tentatively, just with her fingertips rubbing up and down. Her breathing was speeding up again, drawing attention to her breasts. The water was hot now, her back cold against the tiles. Chuck leaned in tight against her and his cock slid up between their bodies, pressing hard and hot into her belly, his balls rubbing against her outer folds. "Now, Chuck. Now," Sarah whispered fiercely. Chuck nodded and he bent again, grabbed her leg and tugged it up, knee up over her waist. Sarah gasped. "Chuck, what are you..."
He tucked his arm under her leg, holding it up and out from her hip with her knee at the crook of his elbow. She leaned back against the wall to keep her balance, spread wide open and angled to take him. "Oh, fuck..." Sarah blushed at the profanity. This was crazy. The position itself was incredibly awkward, just the toes of one foot her only contact with the ground, but it was the helplessness that had her right on the razor's edge. Her spy instincts were screaming. She was off balance, and trapped against a wall, and despite how much she wanted him to fuck her against that wall right this second, her training was bone deep.
Chuck pressed his forehead into hers. "Trust me, this is one of your favorites," he said and kissed her softly. His other hand came down into the back of the knee holding her upright. Shock flickered through her again, when she realized what he was about to do. She grabbed him around the neck with one arm, hanging on for dear life. He lifted her up and held her against the wall for a moment. "Give me a hand, baby," Chuck whispered, and Sarah grasped him, guiding the tip of his cock where it needed to go. She shivered and held it against the opening. Chuck pressed a kiss into her lips, tongue playing across her lips. She slid down the wall half an inch, and Chuck's length slipped up into her, his girth spreading her apart. He went in slow and gentle and Sarah moaned into his kiss. He pumped his hips slowly, pulling out and then thrusting back into her. Just the tip going in and sometimes popping right back out again. Sarah shivered the third time he slipped out and back into her. She tightened her fingers around him and he paused instantly.
Chuck broke the kiss. "Okay? You want to stop?" He'd mirrored his grip on her other leg, hands pressing into the tiled wall to either side of her hips, arms holding her legs wide apart and high up next to her sides. Spread her open like she'd never let anyone before.
She shook her head minutely and bit her lip. Gasped for breath. "I guess I still do my flexibility exercises," she breathed. "I love you," she said, and released her grip on him. Sarah moved her hand up and pressed it into his chest above his heart, eyes gliding closed, thankful just to know that the thudding of his heart matched the triphammer pounding of her own.
It was like nothing else she'd ever felt. She was being held up against the wall, with only Chuck's arms suspending her. She couldn't thrust back into him, he was doing all the work, and god doing it well. He started off slowly, not even thrusting himself all the way into her, building up into a rhythm slowly but surely. She smiled hazily and grazed her fingernails into his chesthair. As if that was a cue, Chuck took another shallow thrust and then let her drop down suddenly, their flesh meeting in a sudden slap. Sarah let out a surprised cry and squeezed down on his cock with her core. Chuck's arms stiffened and as if the floodgates had opened, he began pounding up into her smushing her breasts against his chest. He let go of her legs and slid his arms up to catch her by the armpits. She wrapped her arms and legs tight around him and held on for dear life as he kept up the onslaught. She couldn't take much more of that.
Sarah came suddenly, unexpectedly. She had known she was close, but the end came before she was ready. Sarah bit her lip to keep from screaming out her orgasm, but couldn't keep the low keening moans from escaping as he drove her over the edge and her core tightened spasmodically.
Chuck's thrusts stopped on a dime and he pulled out of her. The sudden lack of him stretching her apart was a loss she felt keenly. They slid together down the wall until she was sitting on Chuck's outstretched knee. He was kneeling on one knee. One of Chuck's arms held her hip, but the other snaked between them and slithered down to rub her clit. Sarah writhed and squirmed against him, panting for breath. What was he doing, didn't he know she'd just... oh god. "Oh my god, Chuck!" Sarah whimpered, voice breaking and turning his name into one long ululating cry as his fingers slid into her again. His lips found hers as his clever fingers drove her back over the edge.
Suddenly, images and sensations flickered through her mind, dozens, maybe hundreds. All the same, but all somehow wildly, wonderfully, different. All within this tiny little tile box. Sarah's eyes rolled back in her head and she shuddered around his fingers as she remembered them all.
Sarah collapsed into his arms, shuddering convulsions wracking her entire body, right down to her toes. Images flashed by her staring eyes and she convulsed around his fingers in aftershocks of ecstasy for what seemed like an eternity. "Oh, god..." Sarah groaned weakly, slumping back against the wall, her grip around his neck slackening and arms sliding off. She would have fallen right over if not for Chuck's arm around her waist and his knee giving her relatively secure seating.
"Sarah, are you okay?" Chuck said. His hand was cupping her chin. Her arms didn't seem to work. Legs either. "Sarah, talk to me."
"Ugh," Sarah managed after a long moment. "I think you broke my girl-parts. Also brain not work good..."
"That's not what that was," Chuck said. He was obviously concerned. "After... that... you went away again. You don't usually have five minute long orgasms, Sarah. Unless I'm working hard at prolonging them."
Her eyes finally found focus, but mostly so she could stare at him in shock. "That was you wasn't trying?"
"Maybe I did break something. Your grammar's always been impeccable, no matter what," Chuck eased her off his knee to a seat on the cold tile, warm water still raining down on them both. He sat across from her, outer thigh pressing against her calf, his calf against her thigh, side by side. There wasn't room for them both to sit any other way unless they were wrapped around each other.
He put a hand gently on her knee. "Sarah, what happened?"
She put a hand to her temple and shook her head slowly. "I don't even know. That first time... I thought I saw something. Did you... go down on me in a bed in Paris?"
Chuck blushed furiously. She could tell even in the dim light that came through the smoked glass shower door. She shouldn't have put it so bluntly. "A couple times," he said. "You remembered?"
"It was like I was there, for a second. And then it was gone. I could see the Eiffel tower out the window. I don't remember much else from that time."
"Okay. That's... kind of weird. Did you remember anything else?"
"Yeah," she said, still taking deep breaths trying to center her thought. "When you went for the... double... I think I remembered every time you made me come in this shower over the past two years." She swallowed. "All at once." Then a shiver, thinking back on it.
"Well. Chuck laughed. "That'll be a tough act to follow, won't it?"
She looked up concerned that he was maybe feeling inadequate, that he thought she somehow expected every time to end with a sudden recall of a hundred mind-blowing orgasms. But he was grinning.
"At least you remembered some of our other first time," he said.
"There's a story there," Sarah said. Certain of it. He'd glossed over whatever mission had taken them to Paris, like a lot of things from year three of his story. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"Later," Chuck said. "You feeling up to another round? I wasn't done with you."
"You weren't... done?" Sarah straightened up to peer over his knees and her eyes widened to see him still poking up into the air through the veil of water. "How the hell didn't you finish?!"
Chuck shrugged. "Practice?"
She smirked. "We'll see about that. Stand up."
Chuck used the wall to slide back to his feet, and held his arms out to help her up. Sarah waved the hand away and scrambled up to her knees. She nipped playfully at his hip and stroked him roughly with both hands before she swirled her tongue around the tip. Chuck groaned in pleasure. And Sarah opened her mouth, dipped her head to take him deeper and then her eyes went wide. Her face suddenly went absolutely crimson and she pulled away.
"Sarah, what's wrong?"
"Uh... n-nothing..." she said, but she was clearly shaken. "Just... um..." she glanced up at him and then back to his cock. "I remembered something else. And I have no idea how I used to manage it."
Chuck blushed in return, obviously taking her meaning. "Well... I..." he stammered and couldn't form a coherent sentence.
"Looks like I'll need a whole lot of practice to get some of my old skills back after all. That okay with you?"
"I think I can suffer through."