Quality Time (The Complete Story)

When she'd gotten back to Burbank, her poor Chuck looked so sad, he'd had to sit there and watch her fawn all over Bryce, his arch nemesis if Morgan was to be believed, and she did believe him. She couldn't say much of anything to Chuck, because of the ever-present cameras that caught every little thing they said to each other. She had to simply let him believe that she enjoyed Bryce's attention, that she liked Bryce maybe more than she liked Chuck. Couple that with this morning and she really felt bad about how she'd been treating him. There weren't any microphones or cameras in her Porsche, so this was her chance to say something. Sarah could see the Large Mart Plaza coming up, so she spoke quickly; Sarah sounded far more nervous than she'd intended, and her words had far less meaning behind them than she'd hoped.

"I'm sorry," Sarah said quickly, Chuck simply looked sideways at Sarah, but said nothing. "I was rude earlier and I'm sorry," Sarah said quietly, Chuck simply snorted softly and shook his head to himself.

"It's fine Sarah, I get that protecting the cover is the priority; it won't happen again, I promise," Chuck said as Sarah pulled into the Large Mart Plaza and made her way over towards the Buy More. Chuck's words hurt Sarah, she'd hurt him bad with her rejection and he wasn't ready for an apology, especially a halfhearted apology like the one she'd just offered up.

"No, it's not that, I just..." Sarah began, before Chuck cut in.

"You don't have to apologize Sarah; it was wrong of me to put you on the spot like that, and it won't ever happen again," Chuck said to Sarah with hurt in his voice, he was closed off from her; Sarah had never seen Chuck put walls up, but that's what he'd just done. Now seeing how it must have felt for Chuck all those times where she'd put her walls up and rejected him, Sarah had a new appreciation for how he'd felt all those times. She could see in his eyes that he was hurt too much for anything less than the full admission from Sarah, something she couldn't give him.

Sarah simply nodded silently and pulled up alongside the Buy More to drop Chuck off. Once Sarah had pulled up at the front, she looked out the passenger window at the Buy More and spotted Jeff and Lester standing there eyeing the two of them.

"Fucking great, I'm going to have to force him to uphold the cover after everything that's happened," Sarah mused to herself before she spoke.

"Kiss me, Jeff and Lester are watching," Chuck subtly peeked over his shoulder and saw Jeffster, who were indeed standing in the entrance watching them. Lester looked like a man who was gearing up to watch a show, while Jeff simply waved happily. Chuck simply turned back to Sarah and shrugged.

"Gotta protect the cover," Chuck mumbled emotionlessly, which only made Sarah feel worse about everything. Sarah saw the mask fall over Chuck's features and then in an instant, Charles Carmichael reached forward and pulled her into a searing kiss. Sarah moaned into the kiss and instantly granted Chuck's tongue the access it so desired. Sarah was instantly lost in the kiss; he was too good at this! Sarah snaked her fingers through his curls and simply luxuriated in the kiss. Eventually, Chuck broke the kiss with an emotionless look on his face, Sarah was stunned silent by the kiss.

"Well, that ought to secure the western world until at least lunch; until then, thanks for the ride," Chuck said sarcastically before his shoulders visibly sagged as he got out, closed the door behind him, and went to work. Sarah was speechless, he was so flippant about the whole thing, but that was to be expected after the week he'd had. Sarah simply watched Chuck shuffle into the Buy More like a dark raincloud was hovering over him, like he hadn't just kissed the crap out of her. Just before Chuck disappeared out of sight, she saw him pull his phone out of his pocket and bring it to his ear, no doubt placing or answering a call. Sarah didn't think much of the call, because in a flash, the burning lust from this morning was back.

She'd been able to bury it under mountains of self-loathing and guilt over her treatment of her friend, a man who never asked for any of this. Now though, the lust was back with a vengeance. Once again, she could feel that itch that she needed to scratch, but couldn't, not until tonight at the earliest. Sarah looked over towards the Buy More and didn't see Chuck, nor did she see Jeffster for that matter; what Sarah did, see was Anna saucily dragging Morgan off the shop floor, no doubt to engage in some amorous activity of their own. Sarah simply looked back to the parking lot stretching out in front of her and shifted her car back into gear with a sad sigh.

"Everyone's getting quality time but me,"

~X~

Hours later, Sarah was once again bored at work; she was horrible at the corndog business; so much so, that the Wienerlicious got significantly less traffic than it used to when she first started nine months ago. Sarah may have been bored all afternoon, but that didn't mean she hadn't found herself drifting off to daydreams about her nerd, God she needed some quality time, this was getting embarrassing. Thankfully, Sarah had her menial job to take her mind off of the raging lust that had been plaguing her all morning and most of the last two weeks. It seemed the only moments in the last two weeks where she hadn't been consumed by her lustful urges, were the three days she'd been forced to spend as Bryce Larkin's arm candy, and the ride to work this morning. Regardless of her lustful thoughts, Sarah still worked at the Wienerlicious, and that still pissed her off; Sarah was an elite assassin, she was made for more important things than burning corndogs for teenage boys. She couldn't wait until this shitty Wienerlicious closed and they put in the new place, whatever it ended up being. All she knew, was they'd promised her she wouldn't have to fry anything once the new place was in, thank the lord.

It was currently lunch time, or at least she knew it was Chuck's lunch break; before things had soured between the two of them, he'd often spend his lunch breaks at the Wienerlicious, just talking with her between customers. Now though, he was somewhere else, and she was here alone with her thoughts.

Chuck had, had a really rough week, and Sarah knew she owed Chuck an honest apology, for all of it. Sarah should have done more to police Bryce's behavior, she could have been gentler this morning, there was so much she should have done differently. She'd make it up to him eventually, but how many more times could she make that promise? She kept saying that to herself, that she'd make it up to him eventually, that he'd get his in time, but would he? She sounded like the absent father who always disappointed his son, sorry son, Dad's got to work, I'll make it up to you, I promise. She could promise to make it up to Chuck until she was blue in the face, but eventually, she'd have to make good on those promises. Eventually she'd have to actually let Chuck have his due, give him something more than... this. Sarah never realized how boring and lonely her life was without just his short lunchtime visit to brighten her day. She missed his jokes, his stories of all the crazy things happening in the Buy More, she missed her nerd.

One day, Sarah would have to reciprocate all of the love Chuck had showered her with over the last nine months. One day, she'd have to give him his due if she didn't want him to grow to resent her. The worst thing that could happen to Sarah was Chuck believing that his love was unrequited, it was quite the opposite actually, but the spy life was never that simple. She knew she needed to give him something real, and it needed to be soon; Chuck just seemed to be so down these days. Even before the whole Bryce Larkin thing from this week, Chuck just seemed to be... deflated. It was like his passion for life, his exuberance, was missing, like he was losing it. The lifestyle the US Government was forcing upon Chuck was stealing the joy and happiness from him, stealing his soul. His smile wasn't as bright as it had been, the shine in his eyes was missing.

"He probably feels like I don't actually care for him at all; he's probably over there wonder what the point of it all is," Sarah thought to herself morbidly as she wiped the counter for the ten-thousandth time. Sarah knew she needed to give Chuck something to show him that this was real, but what could she actually give him? Anything she gave him would have to be something she could spin in the eyes of the General, because God forbid, they did anything nice for Chuck Bartowski for a change.

She could have sex with him; just take him back to her hotel room for an afternoon and let him pound some puss. That would certainly solve her quality time issue, and it would surely make Chuck feel good, but would he see that for the honest gesture that it was and not an attempted seduction? If they had sex and he thought she was trying to seduce him, that would be the end of the team. Chuck would never trust the government ever again if she seduced him for anything but pure purposes. The both of them knew she could seduce him, and her not doing so was a contract of trust; if Sarah seduced him for the governments gain or anything that wasn't about them, then she'd be violating his trust. That was the trouble with loving a spy, he knew she could manipulate him any time she wanted to, and yet he took that chance by trusting that she wouldn't hurt him like so many had before her. The thing was, she had hurt him, she'd been hurting him all week with her inaction over Bryce and rash answer this morning. Sarah didn't deserve all of the second, third, and fourth chances he kept giving her. She had been misusing that trust and wasting those chances, now she needed to make it right before her chances ran out.

Back on the issue of sex, Sarah knew she could convince Chuck, she could make him see that she wasn't trying to seduce him. She'd just let him pin her against the wall and use her, just have his way with her; surely, he'd see that as an honest gesture.

Chuck could walk in right now and pin her against the Wienerlicious checkout counter; just bend her over the counter, pull up her skirt, and slide right in. She wouldn't wear panties if that's the way he wanted her, ready for him at any moment. He'd bend her over the counter and slide inside her in one rough motion, all the way to the hilt. She'd scream and moan at his size, but he'd just grab her pig tails and go to town on her, pounding her sopping wet center with little regard to the lewd scene they were putting on for the entire world. She'd warn him that he wasn't wearing protection, but he would simply grunt and keep going; if anything, his thrusts would get rougher.

Sarah would bite her lip to stop herself from screaming her head off, he'd be fucking her so good; she'd cum so much and so often that she'd likely have to clean the floors later, but it'd be worth it. Eventually she'd feel his cock throb, signaling his coming peak, she'd beg him not to cum inside her, not to breed her slutty agent pussy, she'd beg him not to claim her as his and only his. Chuck would pay her concerns no attention and simply grunt animalistically as he pulled hard on her pig tails and unleashed his potent seed deep inside her fertile depths. There would be so much of his potent, burning hot seed that it would be dripping out of her, all around his still pistoning cock. He wouldn't stop until she'd submitted, until she was his in every way, until he was certain she was satisfied.

"Ms. Walker," came Scooter's voice, breaking Sarah from her down right filthy fantasy. Sarah stood back up to her full height and shook off the lasting effects of her graphic and depraved fantasy.

"Yes, Scooter?" Sarah replied as if she hadn't just been off in her own fantasy land, where Chuck could just hate fuck her in the middle of the Wienerlicious because he wanted to. Where he could breed her like a bitch in heat, for no other reason than because he wanted to.

"Stop day dreaming about your boyfriend and clean the floors; Heir Wienerlicious demands that all locations be kept in tip top shape at all times," Scooter said in a voice that betrayed just how much he actually believed that drivel. Sarah simply rolled her eyes and nodded before retreating to the back to grab the mop, bucket, and wet floor sign. As Sarah grabbed the things she'd need, she set them aside and made her way to the sink to fill the mop bucket. Sarah heard Scooter retreat back to his office in the back of the store and her mind wandered back to her fantasy, the possibilities of her Wienerlicious uniform were certainly titillating; she'd definitely have to save her uniform after this dump closed down for good.

"God, I've got the mind of a twelve-year-old," Sarah mused to herself grumpily as she wheeled the now prepared mop out to the floor to get on with the cleaning. There was no use keeping any corndogs in the fryer, they didn't get any business anymore, so what was the use?

Sarah set up the wet floor sign and started in on her task; back and forth she went across the red and white tile floor. She knew realistically, she couldn't have sex with Chuck any time soon; it would cause too many complications, but she could fantasize about it, something she did too much these days. Even the thought of Chuck thinking about her lewdly, was enough to get her mind firmly in the gutter; she often wondered what Chuck's fantasies were. She knew he fantasized about her; she wasn't stupid, she knew he found her attractive. If she knew what he was into, she could play to those fantasies, give him a real thrill! She could ensure that all of her nerd's thoughts were about her, how he'd want to fuck her, the ways he'd want to please her. She'd make him obsessed with her, without laying a finger on him. Then when the day finally came and they had sex, the tension between them would be apocalyptic.

They'd both just explode into a million tiny pieces from their lustful anticipation, but it would feel so damn good on the way out. Sarah wondered what it was that got Chuck going, maybe it was cleavage? Thigh highs? Short skirts? Pig tails? Whatever it was, she'd do it; she'd drive him mad with lust, fill his mind with nothing, but lustful desire for her. There would be no room in that big brain of his for the damn Intersect after she was done filling his head with lustful desires for her body. Her head was already full of desire for one Charles Irving Bartowski, so it was only fair that his was for her, right? Sarah thought so; the sound of the door opening, pulled Sarah from her dirty musings; Sarah looked over her shoulder and saw Ellie standing in the doorway with a small smile. Sarah gave her friend a big smile and set the mop down in the bucket and turned to face her friend.

"Ellie, what a surprise, what's up?" Sarah said happily as she saw Ellie go in for a hug, Sarah stuck up her hands to stop Ellie. "I wouldn't if I were you, I smell like grease and floor cleaner, not a great combo," Ellie grimaced, which got an agreeable nod from Sarah.

"Gross," Ellie said to Sarah who simply nodded

"Indeed," Sarah said as she wiped her damp hands on her red skirt and motioned for Ellie to go take a seat outside. "I'm taking my break," Sarah called to Scooter before she walked out to join Ellie at a table. Sarah took a seat across from Ellie, and watched the Buy More across the parking lot over Ellie's shoulder; Chuck was over there avoiding her.

"What's up?" Sarah asked again cheerfully, happy to see her friend.

"Just wanted to talk to you, we haven't seen you around for the last few days, and I just wanted to check in and make sure everything was okay," Ellie said in her typically nosy fashion.

"Yeah, I'm good, my ex-boyfriend came into town, and started making a fuss over some documents from my old job in DC, which wasn't great, but we sorted it out," Sarah said the practiced cover story that they'd decided on, like it was a casual thing and not the least enjoyable thing Sarah had done since she'd arrived in Burbank nine months ago. Ellie didn't look too convinced, but she nodded nonetheless.

"Yeah, Chuck told me you've been spending a lot of time with your ex the last few days; he said it was no big deal, but it sure didn't look that way to my brother," Sarah schooled her features, to prevent herself from betraying the terror brewing inside her as Ellie's claws subtly came out with her next words.

"I just wonder if my brother has any reason to worry about you spending so much time with your ex-boyfriend, Bruce," Sarah shook her head no adamantly; this conversation had the potential to be very bad for her cover.

"Chuck has no reason to worry Ellie, I would never do anything to hurt him," Sarah said honestly, Ellie had to believe her right now or this could get very bad for Sarah, very quickly. Ellie had Chuck's ear more than Sarah or Casey did and if Ellie told Chuck that Sarah was lieing to him and wasn't to be trusted... well it could be bad.

"Chuck has a history of his girlfriends spending too much of their time with other men, so I just worry; you can understand I'm sure," Ellie said evenly as she examined the fingernails on her right hand. Sarah leaned back from Ellie in shock, she'd never heard such a venomous tone from the often-kind doctor.

"Ellie, I wouldn't do that; I may be a lot of things, but unfaithful is not one of them," Sarah said nervously, this whole conversation was spiraling out of control.

"All I know, is you spent a lot of time with your ex this week; you weren't at work, you never called Chuck once. We never saw you once all week, it was like you vanished into thin air, Sarah. Chuck doesn't know I'm here right now, but I thought it was time we had a talk, because whatever is happening between you two, is not good," Ellie was very angry with Sarah, that was obvious.

"Ellie, Chuck and I are fine," Sarah said in an attempt to reassure her cover boyfriend's older sister; if anything, her words had the opposite effect on the elder Bartowski.

"Really, because he hasn't looked this depressed since long before you came along Sarah; he spent all week in his damn room sulking when he wasn't out, working. Every time I asked him about you two, he just sighed, and said that you were meeting with your ex about business from your years in DC. Now that seems innocent enough, but after seeing how sad he looks, I have to ask if this business of yours was actual business or just a cheap excuse to turn my wonderful brother into a cuckold!" Ellie said angrily, with fire in her eyes; that was the line for Sarah, that was the last straw that just pissed Sarah off. Sarah stood up angrily.

"How dare you!" Sarah said with a start as Ellie stood up as well; Ellie didn't give an inch.

"I'm sorry, but if the shoe fits, Sarah..." Ellie said with a challenging shrug.

"I would never, ever, EVER cheat on Chuck; I would die before I would betray him like that, especially after everything he's been through. The idea that you could even contemplate that I would do that to him, is hurtful Ellie. Chuck is the most important part of my life, I would never do anything to hurt him, especially not cheat on him for nearly a week straight," Sarah said to the woman who she thought was her best friend, now she understood that her friendship with Ellie only survived as long as Ellie didn't believe that Sarah was hurting Chuck.

"If Chuck is so fucking important to you, then why don't you try telling him that for once!" Ellie shot back to Sarah angrily, Sarah had never heard Ellie swear before, so she was shocked and her face said as much.

"Ellie..."

"What, did I strike a nerve?" Sarah was speechless in the face of Ellie's words. "You say nothing is more important to you than my brother, and yet you let him walk around believing that you've been cuckolding him with your ex-boyfriend! You won't even tell Chuck that you love him Sarah, he doesn't even know if you care about him at all. The only thing he knows for certain, is that it's complicated, and that is the fucking truth," Ellie said as she grabbed her purse and walked away.