The Art of Giving

CHARMING'S AUTHORS NOTE #1: Hello everyone, I'm back with another smutty, steamy, Chuck fanfic! This is yet another steamy effort of mine that gets Chuck and Sarah together before they got together in the show. I really enjoy this one and I hope that those of you who've enjoyed my previous erotic Chuck fanfics enjoy this one too.

The Art of Giving

An Erotic Tale by

CharmingCharles2896

It was moments like this where Sarah Walker was grateful that she didn't have to pay the water bill. She'd been in the shower for a long time at this point, much longer than was normally necessary to wash the various bits and pieces of her picturesque anatomy. This morning, Sarah was in some kind of way; much worse than normal. The thoughts that danced through the blonde CIA agent's head were sordid, raunchy, utterly depraved. At the same time though, those thoughts were nothing new, at least not during her morning showers. Sarah Walker had been having naughty thoughts about a certain nerd herder for well over three months at this point. She'd pictured her fingers running through his lush hair as his tongue danced on her body, his skilled tongue whipping and lashing against her most sensitive of areas. Sarah had pictured his hard length, massive and filled with need. She'd imagined what it would be like to ride his delicious nerd meat, how it would stretch her delectably.

In the present, Sarah had the detachable showerhead pointed squarely at her sensitive little love button, the massage setting in full affect. The rhythmic, pulsating jets of water against her clitoris made her legs shake, her body shivering from the intense sensations. She'd already reached her peak once before, but she was so horny today! She'd never been like this before, so consumed with lust for another person. Never in her adult life had Sarah Walker lusted after another individual. Bryce was a very attractive man, but at the end of the day, sex with him had been like two people using sex toys with another person in the room. It had always just been two people working off adrenaline, focusing on making themselves reach their climax.

Sarah had never had an asset, sexually. More specifically, she'd never sampled the forbidden fruit that was Charles Irving Bartowski. The last several months, Sarah had thought of nothing else but how she'd like to sample that man's forbidden fruit, let alone how many times. She knew he'd be an eager lover, wanting to please her as well as himself. Sarah knew that he was the kind of lover who'd focus on making whoever he was with, climax first, before he let himself indulge in his own pleasures. Every night she laid in bed and rubbed her throbbing quim, imagining her nerdy asset using his body to make her scream and thrash around in sordid pleasure. Night after night, Sarah Walker laid in her bed, her legs spread lewdly beneath her plush covers. Night after night, Sarah Walker called out his name, as her fingers slipped in and out of her core. She'd imagined how she'd extract his final release, where she'd let him unleash his own pleasure. Every night she rubbed her pussy to thoughts of her nerd. Every morning she used her detachable showerhead, imagining what she'd do with him if she ever had the chance to finally claim him.

This particular morning, Sarah was on a roll. None of them had work today, a rare day where none of them had to work. Because of this, Sarah knew she had at least two hours on her own before she had to leave her hotel room and be Agent Walker. As she felt the jet of water on her clit, she felt the rush of sensations, like lightning coursing through her veins. Her clit was so sensitive, the poor little bundle of nerves having already surrendered one orgasm this morning. Even as Sarah pushed her body to give her one more heavenly peak, she knew her clit would be sensitive for most of the morning. As Sarah's peak rushed over her, her core throbbing and quivering, she didn't care one iota about anything other than the sensations of the showerhead on her body. Sarah moaned through her peak, her mind imagining his lips on her sensitive center.

Sarah released a shuttering breath as she pulled the shower head away from her center and turned the water off. Her clitoris was still so sensitive, engorged with blood, swollen from the wonderfully abusive water. As she toweled herself off, she admired herself in the mirror. For long minutes after her latest early-morning interlude, Sarah Walker felt the material of her panties on her clit, teasing her, never allowing her to totally forget her arousal. The entire drive to Casey's had been one long, continuous tease. By the time she'd walked up to Casey's front door, her center had ached for further attention, the greedy little bundle of nerves. Alas, Sarah had forced down her nearly continuous sexual urges and had focused on being a professional. Of course, as soon as she'd walked in, expecting a briefing, she'd been informed of Beckman's cancellation, citing illness. To be honest, Sarah was too fucking horny to deal with Beckman. Casey had begged off to go clean his guns. Chuck said something about needing to install some new parts on his PC. Just before Chuck had left Casey's apartment, intent to return to his own, Sarah had grabbed his arm and spoken, knowing that there was no surveillance in Casey's apartment.

"Chuck," Sarah began, knowing she had to speak now before she lost her nerve. Chuck stopped and turned to face her. The kind smile on his face made her heart flutter. "I was wondering if you'd be interested in coming to my hotel room tonight to go over some basic spycraft." Chuck looked at her in confusion, slightly amused at her body language.

"What kind of spycraft?" Chuck asked, now intrigued.

"Things like spotting a tail, how to search for surveillance devices, things that might help you if we're not around." Sarah said, her eyes wandering down to his arms, clad in a burgundy Stanford shirt. She wondered what it would be like to have his arms around her as the two of them explored each other.

"Sure, Sarah, that sounds interesting. What time should I come over?" Chuck replied, his eyes lighting up at the prospects of learning some spycraft. Sarah smiled at Chuck's enthusiasm; his positivity was infectious.

"How about seven, we can go get some dinner afterwards." Chuck merely nodded, his smile making his face scrunch as only his most impressive smiles ever did.

"Can't wait, seven it is!" Chuck said as he left Casey's apartment. After Chuck left, Sarah could hear Casey breaking down one of his shotguns.

"You sure that's a good idea?" Casey asked, giving her an amused look.

"What do you mean? We're obviously going to be here a while. What's the harm in teaching him some things?" Sarah replied as her cheeks blushed slightly upon seeing Casey's amusement.

"Just don't break the kid, we kind of need him in one piece." The knowing look on his face gave her pause, did he think something was up?

"I don't, I wouldn't, I..." Sarah stuttered, trying to respond to his unspoken words. Casey merely laughed and nodded.

"Sure, Walker, whatever you say," she said with a laugh as he refocused on his work. With her heart racing in her ears, Sarah beat a hasty retreat back to her car. As she closed her Porsche's door and sat in silence, she couldn't help but wonder if Casey suspected anything. She'd been so careful, so cautious around Chuck. Surely Casey didn't suspect anything, right? Knowing it wasn't productive to dwell on things she couldn't know, nor control, Sarah turned the engine on and slipped her car into gear. Maybe a drive would slow her racing heart and frayed nerves.

~X~

Maison23

Burbank, California

Thursday, October 2^nd, 2008

7:03 PM PDT

Part of Sarah knew that what she had planned for the evening was a really bad idea. Of all the bad ideas in all of history, this was surely one of them. She knew that there were very specific rules about assets and handlers refraining from fraternization. Still, as she made sure the room was just right, Sarah couldn't help but admit that she no longer cared one iota about the stupid rules. Chuck Bartowski was a good man, an honest to God hero, and he deserved the best of the best. Sarah Walker knew that she was feeling things that she shouldn't allow herself to feel where her nerdy asset was concerned. Hell, she masturbated to thoughts of him twice daily like it was a prescription! Sarah Walker wasn't in love, didn't know a thing about love. Nonetheless, she could admit that she felt intensely about him. Today, Sarah Walker was going to do something crazy... she was going to give Chuck a very special birthday present. Technically his birthday had been last week, but they'd been busy and she'd failed to do anything for his birthday.

Truth be told, that was where this whole thing had started. Watching Chuck fall to his death after Mr. Colt dropped him off that rooftop had broken something inside Sarah for a brief moment. That despair quickly morphed into rage, which she'd taken out on Mr. Colt in a fight that should have ended with her a bloody mess on the ground due to his height advantage, weight advantage, reach advantage, and his superior strength. Instead, Sarah had channeled that rage into a hurricane of blonde fury. After fighting to a relative standstill, Casey had intervened, only to be captured as well. It was then that Chuck had appeared like a savior from heaven and had saved the day.

Seeing Chuck again, after thinking that he'd been killed by Mr. Colt, had left Sarah feeling emotional. Sarah had spent most of the night afraid of how relieved she'd been when she'd seen him again, safe and sound. It was in that moment where Sarah Walker, the cold-blooded CIA agent that didn't know how to love, realized that she really did care. While she'd been feeling lustful thoughts about her asset for months, that ordeal with Colt had shown her that her feels extended far beyond simple lust. Sarah Walker cared about Chuck Bartowski, more than as an asset, more than as a friend, more than as a simple sex object. Chuck had quietly become the most important person in her life; well, except for two people she couldn't talk about.

A week ago, they'd spent the evening of his birthday in a van, watching a Russian terrorist not make a deal for some weapons. She'd felt bad that he had to leave his birthday party that Ellie had thrown. To then see him nearly die only days later had really pushed home how unfair his life had become. Now it was only a few days later, and Sarah had a plan. Sarah had finally come up with a way to make it up to him. If Sarah's mission for the evening succeeded, Chuck's birthday and his unfair situation would have been redeemed. Chuck was coming over in a few minutes, just as they'd discussed at Casey's apartment that morning. She'd invited him over to go over some basic survival tips to help keep him safe in the field. Of course, Sarah knew that tonight she had a very different plan in mind. Sarah was actually really excited for her plans for the evening. This was something that she'd done numerous times, but not often had she done this particular act with such pure intensions.

The sound of a knock at her door sent a thrill racing up Sarah's spine. Feeling almost giddy, she raced to her door and let Chuck in. Chuck was wearing a nice pair of blue jeans, a blue button-up shirt that was open in the front, and a gray long sleeve tee shirt underneath. Chuck had changed into nicer clothes, just for her, the sweet nerd. All told, Chuck looked really good, something that Sarah would enjoy every moment she had alone to enjoy herself. When Chuck finally saw Sarah, his jaw hit the floor, much to Sarah's amusement. She'd worn something very different tonight.

Whereas she was known for clothes that normally covered her chest and instead accented her dazzling blue eyes, tonight she went a completely different direction. The only way that could accurately describe the insanely beautiful look that Sarah was pulling off exquisitely, was a single, solitary word... cleavage. Sarah was wearing a salmon-colored henley with a scandalously plunging neckline, not to mention that not one button was fastened. Sarah had paired the top with a pair of formfitting jeans. Sarah had never worn something like this around Chuck and it was clear from his body language, that her look had him in some kind of way.

Sarah gave Chuck a knowing smile, happy that her top had succeeded in deep frying his brain. She giggled as she reached out and pulled him in for a soft kiss. It was a moment before his brain rebooted and he began to reciprocate her kiss. Eventually Sarah broke their kiss and spoke to him, looking at him through her eyelashes. "I think I broke you for a second, Chuck." He merely blushed in response to her words. Sarah ushered Chuck inside and closed the door, locking it behind him. Chuck looked around the room, noticing that the coffee table had been pushed back almost four feet from the couch.

"So, you said this afternoon, that you wanted to teach me some spycraft?" Chuck asked, mildly confused at her invitation. Sarah walked back towards him, watching him nervously examine the room. Chuck turned and instantly noticed the change in Sarah. Gone was the cute girl next door; in her place was a veritable goddess of sexual energy. Her eyes drew him in as she practically strutted towards him. "Ah... Sarah, what's going on here?" Chuck asked nervously as he took a momentary step backwards.

"Why don't you have a seat on the couch, Chuck," Sarah purred. Chuck sat down quickly, unsure what had gotten into Sarah, who was normally so reserved. Sarah watched the nerd sit down on the couch. Not feeling the need to waste time, Sarah got down onto her knees at Chuck's feet. Instantly he sat up straight, trying his best to be respectful and not look at the insane cleavage that Sarah was showing him.

"Sarah?" Chuck began nervously.

"Yes, Chuck?" she said huskily as she leaned forward onto his knees.

"What's going on?" he asked as her hands trailed what felt like streaks of fire up his thighs.

"It's no secret that the government has encroached on your life," Sarah began, getting a nod from Chuck. "Last week, the government ruined your birthday, made you leave your own birthday party early to sit in a van and watch a Russian arms dealer do exactly nothing for four straight hours." Chuck nodded once again as Sarah's hands on his thighs grew more and more distracting. "When I watched Colt throw you off that rooftop, I felt horrible, worse than I've ever felt. Then you came in to save the day and you were totally fine. In that moment, I realized just how much I care for you." Sarah's words shocked Chuck briefly before a huge, bright smile broke out on his face.

"That's great, I hope you know how much I care for you too," Chuck quickly responded. Sarah merely nodded with a wicked smile.

"Here's the thing, Chuck," Sarah began with even more honey in her tone. "I feel bad about ruining your birthday. That was your day, up until the government said that it wasn't. I've decided that you deserve something special to make up for all of the crap that you've had to put up with since you were stuck with that thing in your head." Chuck merely nodded, unsure where she was going with this. "That is why I put on this top, Chuck. I want you to have a nice view to look at while I do my work down here." Chuck's eyes grew huge as realization sank in. Chuck saw Sarah reach for his belt, he tried to reach to stop her from doing something he knew she'd regret later, but her next words stopped him cold. "Aphrodite." The flash hit him in an instant and stopped his protests. The images that danced through his head shocked him. When he came out of his flash, Sarah had his belt open and was busy pulling his now hard member from its denim prison.

"What did I just see?" Chuck asked in confusion, unsure if what he saw was real.

"I still have that tape if you want to watch it someday. That was a fun mission with Carina, lots of stuff that we agreed never to speak of again. Thankfully, I didn't have to say anything," Sarah said with a cat that ate the canary grin. "The Intersect did all the talking for me," Sarah finished as she pulled Chuck's hard member out of his boxers and admired the tall pilar of flesh.

"Why did you show me that?" Chuck asked as he struggled to remain calm in the face of a woman touching him after so very long. Sarah simply gave Chuck a knowing smile; she could see him struggling already.

"I needed to get you hard and I knew that the flash would not only achieve that, but would also stop you from protesting long enough for me to get started. You're a nice guy, Chuck; you're the type of guy who doesn't want to take advantage of a girl like me, but that's just silly in this situation." Sarah paused to grab her poor, aroused, nerd's attention.

"What I want you to do is sit there and enjoy," she began as her hand moved his hard pillar of flesh back and forth from the base. "You just enjoy, while I see how much of this thing I can handle at once. Feel free to look down my top; you can even put your fingers in my hair if you're so inclined." Chuck was honestly stunned silent by what his unbelievably sexy handler had just told him. She'd spent months doing the will they/won't they routine with him. She'd shut down countless advances from him. Now all of the sudden she cared deeply about him and wanted to give him a blowjob? If Chuck was being honest, he was very okay with this change in opinion. It sure as hell beat jerking off in the shower to deal with the frustration. God knows he had no other private time to do it.

With no more fanfare, Sarah's mouth sank down onto Chuck's turgid length, instantly taking seven inches of him down her throat. Chuck let loose a vacant moan at the sensations that her warm mouth and talented tongue were giving him. Sarah was rejoicing internally at Chuck's instant reaction to her work on his sensitive length. Sarah had been fantasizing about something like this for months now. After that incident in the sauna where he'd lost his towel trying to escape a Croatian mobster, Sarah had dreamt of all the steamy things she could get up to with a man as well equipped as Chuck was. Chuck didn't know that she'd seen his junk that wonderful day in July.

She'd been off to the side when he'd tripped and lost his towel. Because of his obvious focus on his lack of a towel, he hadn't seen the look of lust and shock that adorned her face for several moments. Thankfully Casey had stepped in and shot the bastard before the slimeball could hurt Chuck. If Sarah was being honest, she hadn't been the same after that night. Ever since that night, Sarah's fantasies had been filled with a nerd herder and his hefty member.

While Sarah continued her work on her nerd's member, she couldn't help but compare him to the other men that she'd done this to. Truthfully that group of men fit on one hand, but that didn't mean she didn't have others to compare Chuck to. Sarah had always enjoyed the power she had over men when she gave head like this. She'd used this particular talent to make Bryce do all sorts of stuff on missions that he wouldn't normally do. She'd even convinced him to seduce a man once. Sarah hadn't wanted the slimy creature of a man to get near her, let alone touch her. All she'd done was suck him off and promise him even more effort if he did what she asked. After he'd done it, she'd rocked his world as promised, reveling in his embarrassment. He'd been so ashamed by the whole ordeal, something she hoped he remembered when men like him ordered women like her to seduce the disgusting pigs that she often encountered. All the same, she'd enjoyed the power she'd held over him in that moment.