Author's Note: Well, since so many people wanted to see what happened after Sarah kissed Chuck in Chuck vs. The Crane, I decided to write this story. It's my first ever attempt at smut, at least smut that people will read. Haha. Is this smut good? Hell, probably not. Certainly not like somebody like Mikki might write. But...this is, as Course Jester coined in the first story, hard-edged fluff. And it's only going to get harder. Ba dum bum

Thanks have to go to Wepdiggy for encouraging me and telling me that this was okay to post, even if I lacked the confidence to agree with him. Hope you all enjoy and please go easy on me if you feel compelled to leave a review.

You know how, when you were six years old and it was Christmas morning and you were rushing down the stairs all excited and hopped up on Oh my God it's Christmas and Santa and presents and Red Ryder BB-guns and cookies and Star Wars action figures?

That's what kissing Sarah Walker was like.

Only not really because it was actually about a 100 times better.

He wrenched his mouth free from Sarah's for only half a second to take in a strangled gasp of air because that was all Sarah allowed him to have. Even before his head was on the upswing, the hand clasped in his hair was already pressing him back down to her swollen and well-kissed lips.

So he was starting to clue into the fact that she was a bit eager.

Not that he couldn't relate.

He'd been pretty much dreaming about something like this since the first second he laid eyes on Sarah Walker.

What? He was still human. You try going five years without sex and then run into a woman like Sarah and not have impure thoughts. It's impossible.

It's not like that was all he thought about. He was in love with her after all; had been almost as long as he'd been having licentious thoughts.

He had thought they might finally move their relationship to another level during that morning in that shitty motel in Barstow. But that had ended up being a disaster.

He had learned his lesson then. He would never again pass up an opportunity to touch a ready and willing Sarah Walker, especially when she was as rearing to go as she had been in Barstow. Apparently, he was getting a second chance. He would not make the same mistake twice.

He had no idea what this little make-out session on the training mat of Castle's gym would lead to—dear God he hoped it led to sex—but even if it went nowhere more than what it already was, he could easily chalk this up to being one of the best days of his life.

Of course, he was pretty sure that any day where he got to kiss Sarah Walker was the best day of his life. Even a cover kiss was reason for silent celebration.

The rest of the stuff that Sarah was now doing was nice too.

Oh God was it ever.

He let out a quick moan as she bit down on his bottom lip before soothing the area with her tongue. He opened his mouth wider and met her tongue with his. Her mouth tasted faintly of lemon and lime, probably from the frozen yogurt she had ate before starting his training.

She pushed him away suddenly and he could barely breathe or think, his head completely swimming with the rush of their kiss. He was about to ask what was wrong, all while lamenting that Sarah had apparently just realized what she was doing, when her hands went to the bottom of his shirt and frantically pulled upwards.

One clear, overriding thought pierced the fog around his brain: Help her, you moron!

Let it not be said that Chuck didn't listen to himself. Also, his innerself apparently sounded like John Casey. That was really fucking disturbing. He needed to get that fixed immediately.

He lifted his arms over his head and soon his shirt was off and tossed…somewhere. Sarah's hands instantly moved to his stomach, where her fingers traced his flexing and trembling abs muscles. He sucked in a breath as her wandering fingers explored. Then they moved to his hips and pulled him forward, pressing their pelvises together in delicious friction and holding him firmly against her.

He was so focused on the feeling of warmth shooting up his spine and the tingling, heated skin of his stomach and arms that he wasn't at all prepared for what she did next.

All of a sudden he was rolling like a barrel down one of Donkey Kong's platforms, and Sarah was sitting astride his hips, a triumphant smirk on her face. She was breathing deeply, her hair tousled, her face delightfully flushed, and constantly licking her lips. It was quite possibly the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. And then she started to gently and rhythmically grind against him.

His eyes rolled back into his head and he gasped. Sarah, for her part, let out a series of quiet moans.

Then she started to talk.

It was soooo not the time for talking. Seriously. Why was she talking!? He hoped she didn't expect much of a response from him while she continued to writhe against him like that.

"Tell me the truth," she said in between pants. "You've been playing me since the beginning, haven't you?"

Er…

He stared up at Sarah with wide eyes, his own breathing erratic. Obviously the correct answer was Whatever you want me to say, Sarah, I'll say it as long as you keep doing that thing with your hips, but he wasn't sure Sarah would go for that.

"Umm…" he said experimentally, just testing the waters, seeing how she might react if he said yes. "Maybe."

"Chuck," she said in that warning tone of hers that always chilled his blood and warmed it at the same time. Was it weird that it kind of turned him on? Yeah, it was probably weird. But then watching Sarah eat cereal kind of turned him on too. Really, now that he actually took the time to think about it, pretty much everything she did got his blood pounding and coursing through his veins.

He had learned long ago that she had that affect on men. Unless you were John Casey; maybe if Sarah was holding a gun? Yeah, that would probably do the trick.

And why the fuck did he keep thinking about Casey?

It was probably because he was so used to Casey's overbearing presence hanging over every little thing he did with Sarah that he couldn't help the fear that Casey might suddenly pop out from one of the cabinets in the gym like a growling, stalking, jack-in-the-box. He shook his head to make those disturbing thoughts go away and focused on something far more pleasant, like Sarah's smiling face.

He placed his hands on her hips and squeezed gently. He stilled her movements so he could finally catch his breath and actually form a semi-coherent thought. "Yes and no," he said.

"What does that mean?"

Chuck sighed and gave Sarah a hesitant smile. "Well, no in that I really did need the training but yes in the sense that once I saw you do a move, I was able to pick it up pretty easily." He then removed one hand from her hips to tap against his head. He quickly replaced it back where it belonged.

God her skin was so soft.

"You bastard!" she said with a laugh. "I wanted to kill you."

He let out a guilty laugh in return and shrugged his shoulders bashfully. "Sorry," he said and avoided her eyes, blushing slightly. "I wanted to show you that I could be a real spy."

She looked down at him and her face softened, her hand cupping his cheek. "By tricking me into thinking you didn't know what you were doing?"

He winced and locked his eyes on her lips. "Yes."

"So everything this afternoon, the bungling, the bad punches, the making me touch you," she blushed cutely and hurried on, "all of that was on purpose?"

"Most of it."

"And what about the shirt?"

There she was again, going on about his damn shirt. He honestly didn't get the big deal. "What about it?"

"That wasn't on purpose too?" she asked in clear disbelief.

"No! I was hot, sheesh, I didn't think it'd be such a big deal," he said.

She stared at him for several seconds and then shook her head, grinning. "Sometimes, Chuck, I honestly have no idea what to do with you."

Chuck grinned up at her wide and brushed a hand across her lower back, making her breath hitch. "I'm a big fan of what you're doing now."

"Oh you are, huh?" she asked with a raised brow. She rocked her hips and grinned smugly at his sharp intake of breath. "Like that?"

"Yes," he squeaked.

"I think you'll like this even better."

Sarah grinned—she had been smiling a lot since they started…whatever it was they were doing—down at him and before he even realized what was happening, she had grabbed the bottom of her sports bra and pulled it up and off her body.

He stopped breathing. His eyes widened and his mouth went dry. He couldn't speak. Couldn't move. He was pretty sure all higher brain functions had been utterly obliterated as soon as her breasts came into view.

They were just so…he didn't know what to say. It was like staring at Venus frolicking in a spring stream. Except Venus had nothing on Sarah Walker.

He had no idea how long he stared or how long he was rubbing small circles with his thumbs along the sides of her stomach. But it must have been quite a while because Sarah reached down and slid a hand into his hair, grabbing a handful and pulling sharply. "Ow!" he exclaimed.

He looked up at Sarah and saw a wide, sardonic grin on her face. Her striking blue eyes were dancing with amusement and she said with a pleased smirk, "Hey, I have eyes, you know."

"You do?" Chuck breathed out, in a complete daze.

"Yes," Sarah said with a slight giggle. Then she snorted and he somehow managed to tear his eyes away and focus on her face. She was shaking her head, a wry grin on her face. "Oddly enough, I find this reaction comforting. I thought," she stopped and shook her head again, "I thought you didn't find me –"

He cut her off by leaning up and pressing a gentle kiss between her breasts, right where he thought her heart was. Her skin tasted salty and sweet, probably a remnant of whatever body wash she used and he had the not-so sudden urge to run his tongue all along her stomach, tasting her, savoring her, showing her how much he loved her. That was his Sarah, salty and sweet, sugar and spice, night and day. Always unpredictable and contradictory, yet always perfect.

She sucked in a quiet breath of air at his kiss and whatever she was saying died on her lips, her mouth half-open in surprise.

"You're right," he said and smiled up at her and then leaned back, his eyes focused firmly on her always startling expressive face. "You have beautiful eyes."

God, even he knew that he could be such a sap sometimes. Corny and sappy, Jill had once accused him of being. It was true. He couldn't help it, it was just how he was. Of course, Sarah had always seemed to appreciate that part of him before and now seemed no exception.

"Chuck," she said quietly. Her usually bright blue eyes darkened and became hooded. She leaned down close to him until her face was only inches away. "Chuck, I…" she stopped and swallowed. Her next words came out low and husky, "I have something to tell you. I…" she stopped again and shut her eyes. She let out a shuddering breath and he wanted to scream What do you have to tell me? at the top of his lungs, but he bit down on the inside of his cheek to shut himself up.

Oh God, she was going to say it. He could feel his excitement build, he couldn't help it. Even though he knew he shouldn't, even though he knew he shouldn't get his hopes up, it was just not in his nature not to.

But after several seconds of her just lying there, her breasts a pleasant weight on his chest, her breathing warming his cheek, her eyes still closed, he started to worry. He ran a gentle hand up and down her back, the pads of his fingers ghosting down her spine, and he watched her shiver and shut her eyes even tighter. He needed her calm, safe, protected if he expected her to say those words.

"It's okay," Chuck whispered and kissed her forehead.

His heart was jack hammering in his chest and his thoughts were a swinging pendulum: She was going to say it. No. She was going to say it. No. She was going to say it. No.

It was all he could manage to think of.

Sarah sighed in what sounded like resignation and he knew then that she wasn't going to say it. Of course not. He forced himself not to be bitter. But then she surprised him with her next words.

She opened her eyes and said so seriously, so earnestly, so…truthfully, he had no choice but to believe her, "I honestly don't think I could live without you, Chuck."

Well…it wasn't what he had been hoping for, but it was damn close.

He gave her the patented Bartowski grin—guaranteed to make girls swoon around the globe—something he knew always made her smile and that was the last of the talking for quite some time.

She kissed him then, slow and gentle at first, but gradually growing in intensity. He could feel her emotions in that kiss, the love she couldn't say but clearly felt. He could feel her neediness, her hope, her fear, her desire. He did his best to match every emotion with one of his own.

Her tongue flicked against his lips and he opened his mouth to admit it entrance. He slid his tongue alongside hers and she moaned into his mouth. He continued moving his left hand up and down her back but his right hand tangled in her hair and he pressed her closer to his body. He felt her hardened nipples dig into his chest and that unleashed a groan from deep inside his throat.

He had no idea how long they just kissed, but it was long enough to make him lose all track of time. All he could sense, all he cared about, was Sarah.

Then she broke away from his mouth, her lips red, and began kissing along his jaw. She would kiss, then nibble slightly, and then soothe the skin with her tongue. She continued along his jaw, to his neck, and then finally his ear. Warm breath cascaded across his ear and he shivered.

"I want you to know two things," she whispered huskily into his ear. "I'm proud of you for fooling me so completely." She bit his ear lobe and then sucked it into her mouth. "But you are so going to pay."

Oh…god…her voice, it was like a pure shot of adrenaline straight into his groin. "Oh, Sarah," he croaked out and watched as she pulled back to lock eyes with him. "Promise?"

She gave him the wickedest grin he had ever seen before in his life and it was enough to almost make him come right then and there. "Oh yeah," she said, still grinning, her hands moving to the waistband of his track pants.

Then she started moving down his body, taking his pants with her.

I wonder what would happen if I just left it here? Would anybody care?

I guess it's a good thing this is a two-shot. The first part was not so smut heavy, but the second part? Uh...yeah, big on the smut. And mirrors.