FIC: All He Ever Needs (Chuck) (PART TWO)
Title: All He Ever Needs (PART TWO)
Authors: Collab Effort by wepdiggy and mikki13
Rating: NC-17 (Really NC-75, but who's counting age?)
Word Count: 11,995 (more than half of which is mind blowing sex)
Characters: Chuck/Sarah (over and over again)
A/N: Be forewarned. The fic you have before you may cause brain melting, spontaneous combustion, and embarrassing displays of fondling and inappropriate sounds. Please do not read this fic in public. Please do not read this fic around family. If you ignore these instructions, there's a possibility of unexpected jail time and perhaps even sudden death. You have been warned.
Disclaimer: Chuck and Sarah belong to NBC. The chaste, wholesome minds belong to Wepdiggy and Mikki13.
Summary: Despite the obstacles and regardless of the hurdles, Chuck discovers that there's just one thing he's ever really needed. One person who eclipses all else, and makes everything worthwhile.
Chuck's a little surprised with how quick she's moved things along, but he knows he shouldn't be. When Sarah wants something, she'll usually take it. He runs his hand softly over her face, through her hair, finally down her back, lifting her onto the table with both hands, holding her tightly against his body as he continues to kiss her back.
His kisses have an intoxicating impact on Sarah, causing her breath to emerge in ragged gasps and her heart to beat a discordant rhythm within her chest. The way Chuck's touching her, the trails of heat his fingers are leaving upon her skin, cause a rush of pleasure to course through her slender frame. "Chuck," she murmurs into his mouth, her own hands traveling along his soft, slightly muscular arms.
The sound of his name upon her lips causes Chuck’s heart to skip a beat as another smile spreads across his face. This is all he's ever wanted. Not just the physical stuff, but Sarah letting him in . . . allowing herself to belong to him, even as he's belonged to her since the first time he laid eyes on her. And when he feels her hands traversing his arms, and threading through his hair, his senses nearly catch fire. Every nerve in his body is exploding with the impulses only Sarah can make him have. It's an incredible mixture of arousal and emotion that threatens to overwhelm him. He doesn't know if he wants to call her name, or cry. So he cries her name.
When her name emanates from his lips, when it sounds within the open recesses of the largely unfurnished apartment, Sarah's breath catches in her throat, and she's suddenly unable to stop the unguarded emotion from flooding her eyes. Her pulse racing through her veins, she swallows gently as she leans in to capture his mouth once more. And as her tongue darts into his warm, moist depths, as it traces his cheeks and the rooftop of his mouth before finally tangling tortuously with his own, as she pushes her fingers underneath his shirt and begins to knead his smooth back, she realizes just how far gone she really is. Hooking her legs around his hips, she gives into his touch just as she's always wanted to give into the emotions coursing through her chest.
When Sarah wraps her legs around him, Chuck realizes that he’s never felt more at "home" than he does in this moment. Everything about Sarah . . . her touch, her smell, her taste is now, and will forever be the center of his universe. Her nimble fingers lightly massaging and pressing into the muscles of his back feel so damn good, and his eyes flutter open briefly. When they do, when he takes in the look upon her face, he's rewarded with a glimpse of all of the emotion radiating from her eyes . . . all of the longing, and need, and maybe another "L" word that he'll avoid for now, but that causes another rush of hope to race through his frame.
But before he can really reflect on his thoughts, before he can really fall into his hopes, she shuts her eyes again and he feels her plunge her tongue back into his mouth. Almost immediately, things heat up once more. The duel of their tongues is furious, and he can't help but think that there's no loser in this battle. And now that her legs are securing her to his body, he allows one of his hands to move down them, caressing her thigh.
A thrill of pleasure races up Sarah's thigh and directly into her groin as Chuck's fingers knead her soft, heated skin. Tightening her legs around his waist, she pushes herself closer to his solid frame, her heated sex suddenly coming into contact with his concealed, yet rapidly hardening cock. A breathless whimper escapes her lips as the pleasure within her groin grows more pronounced at the delicious sensation. Slipping Chuck's shirt from his slick torso, she breaks contact with his mouth for only a minute, her eyes quickly locking onto his own. What she sees there, what she finds reflected within his depths causes the emotion within her own eyes to intensify. For a moment, she finds herself unmasked, unguarded, and completely vulnerable. And while the feeling causes her stomach to knot as cold fingers of fear wind their way down her spine, she remains firmly fixed within his arms. Because no matter how difficult it might be, and no matter how hard they might have to work, there's no way she can stop this now. There’s no way she can hide from the emotions which are finally surfacing, which have finally been unleashed. So when he leans forward and brushes his mouth against her succulent lips, and when his hands begin to explore her body once more, she allows herself to let go. She allows herself to give in. And she allows herself to stop worrying, to stop fearing, and to simply show him how much she cares.
Chuck can't help but notice the irony the moment poses. His shirt is off, and although he can feel the heat emanating from between Sarah's legs, rubbing deliciously against his groin, she’s still fully clothed. And yet, when she looks into his eyes, and she allows him to see what she truly feels, he can't help but think she appears to feel much more naked, much more exposed than he is. He tries to soothe her fears, allowing his own emotions to shine brightly from his eyes, allowing her to see that he feels exactly the same way. And eventually, the fear she'd radiated before seems to dissipate, the panic which had wafted across her face seems to disappear, and she melts back into his embrace.
Smiling in relief, in affection, he pulls up at the corner of her shirt, and Sarah takes the hint and pulls it over her head. Immediately, a new rush of electricity courses up his spine. The feel of her slick skin rubbing against his slick skin is beyond anything he's ever felt before. And when she snakes her arm behind her back to pop the clasp on her bra, Chuck's breath is completely taken. "You're so beautiful," he whispers.
A pink tinge colors Sarah’s cheeks as Chuck’s enthusiastic, affectionate eyes caress her tender breasts. And in that moment, as she sits exposed before him and she feels his body warm against her own, she realizes that she’s never felt more safe. She’s never felt more protected. She’s never felt more desired. "Touch me, Chuck," she whispers, angling her body so that her breasts are closer to his hand. "It's okay."
Chuck swallows harshly. This is where he always dreamed this was going. Where he always feared it was going. This is Sarah, and he can't afford to not be perfect for her. Hesitantly, he moves his hand up her torso, nearly shaking with anticipation. He kisses her again, once on the lips, then her jaw, down her neck, and he's relieved that she can't see the worry in his eyes. This is everything he wants . . . she's everything he wants, and he only hopes he's good enough. Finally, his fingers reach home, and he touches her bare breast. He hears, and feels Sarah inhale sharply when his fingers begin to trace a path around her hard nipple. His mouth has continued its descent, and soon joins his hand on her breast. He feels and hears her moan when he sucks her nipple ever so gently into his mouth.
Sarah's hands come to rest on the table behind her, and she leans backward onto her palms, thrusting her breasts toward Chuck's gentle, passionate touch. The feel of his nimble fingers, the sensation of his heated tongue, the way he holds her as he earnestly explores her body - all of it is intoxicating, exhilarating. Soft blissful whimpers sound from the back of her throat as her shoulders rise and fall in a discordant rhythm, the feel of Chuck's touch the only thing that really registers within her mind. And as Chuck relishes the sounds emanating from her mouth, his insecurity leaves him little by little. With every ragged breath, with every whimper he hears from Sarah, he’s more sure that what he’s doing is right. That he’s making her feel at least a little like he feels. So he continues to eagerly but gently tease, and caress, and worship her perfect breasts with his tongue and his fingers, reveling in the feel of her underneath his mouth.
Sarah’s mind goes blissfully blank as Chuck continues to caress her tender nipples, as he continues to tease her sensitive breasts. And as prickles of pleasure trickle down her spine, she instinctively raises her right hand and brings it to the front of his jeans, cupping his hardened shaft through the rough material. Fondling his firm length, her fingers squeeze him in time to the soft, warm flicks of his tongue. And when a low moan escapes his lips, Chuck stops for just a moment, pulling back so that he can look her in the eyes. Pulling back so that he can show her what he wants.
He knows she can see what he’s feeling. The longing, the need for more. And he knows she can see his silent plea. Please? He isn’t sure if he actually voiced it or not. He’s so full of emotion that he’s not even sure he’s capable of speaking. Even so, and despite the daze into which Sarah has fallen, she somehow seems to know exactly what he means without him even having to say a word.
Gazing into Chuck’s gleaming eyes, Sarah's heart skips a beat as she breathes in the emotion so apparent within his brown depths. Slowly lifting her other hand off the table, she gradually brings her fingertip in contact with his smooth, pink mouth. Tracing the lines of his flawless lips, she allows herself to fall into his gaze, to register the unspoken words so prevalent within his eyes. And in that moment, she realizes that this is no longer a game. This is no longer a night of harmless unpacking, or pleasant talking, or even teasing banter. In the space of a quiet evening, she and Chuck have crossed the line so quickly that the boundaries have become obscure, the parameters blurred. And as Chuck places gentle kisses along her finger, sending an electrical current racing from the tip of her hand straight up her arm, she realizes that she doesn't want it any other way. Because even though she's refused to admit it until now, and despite the fact that she's not sure where they'll go from here, she's never wanted anyone this badly. She's never needed anyone this much. So when he asks the silent question with his eyes, when it passes between them as if he's speaking it aloud, she knows there's really only one answer.
Leaning forward, she replaces her hand with her lips, brushing them against his heated mouth. "Okay," she whispers. "Yes, Chuck." And as she continues to caress his mouth with her swollen lips, she unbuttons his jeans and reaches for his zipper, slowly pulling down on the piece of metal until she can push his pants down his hips. Kissing a trail down his jaw line to his soft, supple neck, she reaches into his boxers and gently takes him into the palm of her hand.
Chuck's eyes widen with surprise as he feels the new sensation, as Sarah wraps her fingers around his aching cock. The implications of just what is happening are both startling and very much a relief. And as she starts to pump him lightly in her fist, his head tips back, and he basks in the feel of her ardent touch. Reaching his arms around her slender frame, he leans forward to kiss her yet again even as soft groans sound from his throat. Groans which increase in volume and fervor when he feels another new sensation. Glancing down, he notices that Sarah’s skirt has ridden up her hips and his cock is brushing against the satin of her panties, even while still enclosed within her firm fist. And as he feels the pressure build within his balls, he realizes that her silky underwear are now wet with her arousal. God, he can smell her excitement, and knowing that she's looking forward to what's happening, and what's going to happen as much as he is thrills him to no end. Still, he needs to know.
"Sarah," he says hoarsely. "We don't have to do this. . .if you don't want to."
Sarah's hand stills for a moment, her fingers still wrapped gently around his swollen shaft as she absorbs Chuck's words. She can hear what he's saying, what he's not saying, and the significance sends a rush of compassion racing through her chest. Her lips curl upward into a soft, knowing smile as she extracts her hand, and allows her forehead to fall against his own. "I know," she whispers, gazing into his eyes as she tries to make him understand. As she tries to show him that even though he may not think he's good enough for her, the truth is that he's all she's ever wanted. He’s all she’s ever needed. Even if she's just now admitting it to herself.
"But I want this, Chuck," she continues. "I want you." I've wanted you for the past two years. For a moment, her mind drifts back to earlier that evening, to his continual insistence that his things were also, somehow, hers. And now, as the many ramifications of their tryst become clear within her mind, she understands what that really means. And she knows that she wants it, too.
Pushing her lips against his mouth once more, she moves forward on the table until she can lock her ankles around his back. And then she tries to show him with actions what her words may or may not have truly expressed. Rubbing against his groin, a red hot jolt reverberates through her core as his cock brushes against her damp panties, causing her to moan in anticipation and pleasure. Threading her fingers through his hair, she pulls him toward her and sucks on his lower lip, deepening the kiss.
I want you. Her words are like water to a man that's been traveling the desert for months. It's exactly what Chuck wants to hear. What he needs to hear. And when she kisses him, so deeply. When her legs wrap around him, and his groin presses against the fabric that's separating him from her heated sex, Chuck knows. This is as important to her as it is to him. He doesn't know why someone like Sarah feels like this about a nerd like him, but he's not in the mood to ask any more questions. He’s not in the mood to second guess her any further.
Grabbing her leg gently at the knee, he moves his hand gradually upward, over her smooth, toned thigh, under her skirt, and to the source of her heat. His thumb brushes over her hardened nub, and he begins to make slow circles around it, teasing her, basking in the glow of the pleasure that she's not hiding from him, at all. He looks Sarah in the eyes, and she gives him what he's sure is silent consent as he very delicately pulls aside her panties, and inserts a finger into her velvety folds, even as his thumb continues to massage her clit. And when she closes her eyes and moans, he adds a second finger, thrusting them both in and out of her slowly, provocatively. The reaction he receives is almost enough to make him lose it right there.
Her breath emerging in gasps, Sarah's forehead falls onto Chuck's shoulder, her hands buried in his hair as his fingers slide gently yet sensuously into her slick, hot sex. "God, Chuck," she groans, turning her head so that her lips brush against his ear. "That feels so good." Her tongue darts out to flick against his earlobe even as she begins to thrust her hips toward his hand, willing his fingers to work faster, push deeper, to bring her to the point of ecstasy. Sucking his ear into her mouth, she rides his hand with abandon, moaning softly against his neck.
He plunges his fingers repeatedly into her silky folds, burying them up to the knuckle as he continues to flick his thumb insistently against her clit. And when she finally feels the spark, when her walls clench around his skilled fingers and the feeling of pure pleasure floods her frame, she feels her defensive fortifications start to crumble, her careful defenses begin to falter. And in that moment, in the instant that she feels herself start to let go, she wonders what took her so long to let Chuck in. What took her so long to succumb to the feelings coursing through her veins.
Coming back down from her high, a fleeting sense of emptiness engulfs her when Chuck pulls his fingers from her slick, hot center. Even so, she releases his earlobe and places a gentle kiss on his cheek, knowing there will be more to come. "Wow, Chuck," she drawls, leaning back to grin at the computer nerd. "You really have picked up some moves."
Chuck smiles playfully. "There's more where that came from, Professor Walker," he teases. And then he makes a decision. He wants this night, this union, to be all about her. She's made him feel special since he's known her, and he needs her to know that she's special, too. With that in mind, he kisses her again and lays her flat on the table, causing her answering quip to die in her throat as she blinks in surprise at his sudden shift in demeanor. And as his fingers loop around the sides of her panties, and he begins to slowly, tortuously kiss down her neck, sucking briefly at the joint of her collarbone and throat, she hastily succumbs to his touch. And when he continues his steady path down her body, placing a heated kiss between her breasts, and then along her firm, taut belly, and finally upon the hem of her skirt, her breathing turns ragged once more.
Pulling Sarah’s panties down little by little, Chuck’s lips stop on her lower belly, her panties around her knees. Coaxing her to lift her legs, he slips them off completely before resuming his attack on her body with his sensuous mouth. A mouth that gradually moves lower, that slowly travels down her abdomen until he finally brushes his lips against her outer folds. Sarah gasps in shocked delight, moaning Chuck’s name as his tongue flicks across her lips. As his warm breath moves tantalizingly against her inner thighs. As his smooth lips graze her sensitive center. As she slowly loses control when Chuck begins to explore her body anew, his only thought that Sarah Walker is the sweetest taste he's ever known.
Spreading her apart, Chuck runs his tongue along the length of her, tasting every inch as she arches toward his touch and a jolt of pleasurable pain shoots straight through her core. "Chuck," she moans, her shaking fingers finding their way into his hair. "Oh . . . Chuck." Chuck smiles softly as his tongue strokes her clit, as he moves it hard against her folds, as he brushes it against her velvety center. And soon, Sarah’s body begins to writhe, and rock, and tremble as his tongue slides along every fold, slipping into every crevice, savoring every inch of her sensitive sex. The pressure builds within her belly, tiny prickles of electric bliss racing quickly through her groin. Chuck’s name becomes a mantra upon her lips, the single syllable joining the rhythmic cadence of their movements. And when her pleasure reaches a crescendo, and she spasms underneath his touch, it finally escapes her lips in one delightful scream.
It takes her several moments to catch her breath. When she finally does, she makes up her own mind. For two years, she's fought her growing feelings for Chuck. For two years, she's held him at arm's length. But after everything they've been through, after everything they've shared, and after the way he's made her feel tonight, she wants nothing more than to show him how she really feels. Even if the very idea causes her stomach to clench as the selfsame icy tendrils thread through her muscles, she's going to let Chuck Bartowski know just how much she cares about him. She’s going to let him know just how much she wants him in her life. Even if this is the only chance they'll ever have, she’s going to let go.
Pinching her lips together as the decision forms within her mind, she slowly lifts her hips and pulls down her skirt. And then she comes to a sitting position, her bright blue eyes locking onto his own cinnamon brown. "C'mere," she says, her voice thick with emotion.
Chuck acquiesces to Sarah’s command, and finds his way into her embrace. He holds her tight against him, her face buried in his chest. And although at this point they’re both completely undressed; and although Chuck can feel Sarah’s smooth skin against his own; and although her thighs, slick with her arousal, are wrapped around his hips, this moment isn’t one of lust for Chuck. This moment, when Sarah seems to finally be opening to him, when the emotion and caring are bright within her eyes, when the acceptance is clear upon her face, is more meaningful than anything he’s ever experienced. Being with Sarah, being a part of her is almost spiritual in nature.
“Sarah,” he breathes reverently, almost like a prayer. And when she lifts her head to look at him again, he sees that she feels it, too. They might not have this very much, or maybe ever again, but what they’re sharing with one another is more than most people get to share in a lifetime. And Chuck is grateful for this chance.
He feels her inch her hips ever so subtly closer to him, and he knows what she wants, what she needs. He needs it, too. So very gently, he tips her back slightly, still holding her firm in his strong arms. Shaking with anticipation, he lines the head of his cock up with Sarah’s entrance. Then he breathes in deeply before pushing himself delicately inside of her. And once he’s seated inside her warm, slick, tight walls, he stills for a moment, determined to enjoy this for as long as he can. In fact, he’d stay like this forever if he could. But before he can give into the thought, before he can lose himself in the moment, he pushes forward, then slides almost out of her before thrusting back in.
His name is lost in the whimpers sounding from Sarah’s lips, her legs again wrapping around his back and her ankles again anchoring her to his sleek, solid body. Every nerve ending springs to life, every synapse firing simultaneously as his rock hard cock plunges deep inside her tender folds, the sensation causing her to groan and buck her hips. She's been with other men; she's been in other arms. But as she builds a natural, instinctual rhythm with the man held tightly within her arms, as his slick skin slides tantalizingly against her body and his lips move heatedly together with her own, she realizes that she's never been with a man like this. She's never completely molded into another man's embrace, she's never completely lost herself in another man's touch. She's never cared about anybody like she cares about Chuck. Falling into the cadence of their forbidden dance, her hips move urgently, ardently against his own as the fire starts to course through her groin and her velvet walls begin to tighten around Chuck’s rigid shaft.
Relishing the feel of Sarah’s inner muscles rippling around his cock, Chuck knows that many men in his position would feel some great rush of egotism at the feeling of bringing the beautiful, strong, smart woman before him to this point yet again. And yet he doesn't feel that at all. What he's done, he's done for Sarah, not to her. Even so, and despite all of his great intentions and the emotional connection that their bond represents, Chuck is still a man. And what they’re doing is bringing him great physical pleasure as well.
The pressure starts to mount in his balls, and he instinctively knows that he won’t last much longer. It's all he can do to hold out now. And God, how he wants to hold out. To make this last forever. But he's not built that way. And with every thrust of his cock, and every time that Sarah's hips move in accordance with his own, and every plunge he takes into her warm depths, and every moan or groan or gasp he hears from her, he moves infinitely closer to allowing himself to let go. A fact even more apparent when Sarah’s silky walls start to tighten around his shaft. Strengthening his arms around her body as her muscles clench around his cock, Chuck grits his teeth, willing himself to hold on just a little longer. Willing himself to go just a little bit more. Pulling almost completely out of her sleek folds, he slams back into her heated center, burying himself as far as he can go. He gives her everything he has, and he can see that she appreciates it from the ragged breaths and gurgled moans she's producing.
The burning ache deep within her center intensifies to an euphoric peak, and Sarah feels herself constricting around Chuck's hardened shaft, the sensation sending a blazing thrill down her arms, into her stomach, up her spine. Instinctively, she moves her lips to his neck, sinking her teeth gently into his damp skin as he brings her ever closer to the brink, causing him to shudder with pleasure. Her body starts to tremble as she pulls Chuck even nearer, pushing him deeper, harder, quicker into her slick, hot core. And when he obliges, quickening his pace, her heart begins to pound, her breathing turns erratic, and she realizes that she's never felt more alive. She's never felt as good as she feels right now, held tightly in Chuck's arms and completely vulnerable to Chuck's touch. He's the most amazing man she's ever known, the only man who she's ever let completely inside. And as her walls begin to convulse, she realizes that it was all worth it. These past two years, the decision to lower her defenses and let him in, the decision to get past her fear, get past her panic, get past her training, it's all been worth it just to get to this moment. Just to feel him moving inside of her, just to feel his pulse beating beneath her mouth, just to hear him cry her name as he nears the edge. And when the feeling of sheer contentment floods her frame like warm liquid flowing through her veins, she collapses into his embrace, her body sated in his arms.
Chuck holds her close as he watches her come, knowing that this is the most amazing thing he's ever seen. Even though he brought her to climax two times previous, those paled in comparison to the sheer look of contentment she has now, as she comes down from her orgasm, and relaxes back into his arms. In that moment, he realizes that he’s never been more in love with her. In that moment, he realizes that she’s truly become his. And suddenly, all of the heartache of the past two years, all of the rejections, all of the hurdles they've had to cross seem worth it.
Holding her tightly, Chuck continues to pump in and out of her sated body, eliciting small whimpers with every thrust. Then, finally, he lets go, spilling himself deep into Sarah's satiny depths.
When they’ve each had a moment to catch their breath, Sarah wraps her arms more tightly around Chuck's back, his skin slick and warm underneath her touch. She can feel his heart beat against her chest, strong and rapid and real. The sensation coupled with the feel of him buried deep inside is amazing, intoxicating. She brushes her lips against his reddened shoulder, then lays her head against his chest, the weight of their actions finally settling upon her mind. He's her asset, and she's his handler. And even though he's begun to train, and despite the fact that he's becoming more her equal every day, that doesn't change the dynamics of their complicated relationship. That doesn't make this any less forbidden. It doesn't make it any more acceptable. The problem is, she's beginning to understand that she no longer cares. That she's tired of the CIA, of its orders, of its restraints. She's tired of being forced to hold back her feelings, no matter how complex or taboo they may be. And for the first time in her ten year career, she realizes that she's ready to fight.
So when Chuck finally pulls away, when he finally looks into her gleaming blue eyes, she licks her lips and keeps the emotion present in their tumultuous depths. "Wow," she says, and then realizes that she doesn't really know what else to say. Her feelings run too deep, her emotion is too strong. It's not something she's used to experiencing, and it causes her throat to turn slightly dry. Finally, she breaks eye contact with Chuck, and a wry smile spreads across her face as she takes in their surroundings. "I think you might have to buy a new dining table."
"I wouldn't get rid of this table now if it stole money from me," he says with a devilish grin, gazing at her lovingly. She’s never looked more beautiful. Her skin is flushed with the exertions of their love, her hair is mussed, and a radiant grin is stretched across her face as her breath tickles his damp skin. He's seen her dressed for formal balls, and government soirees, and many other functions of high society, but she's never looked as perfect as she does in his arms.
And he knows. This wasn't supposed to happen. They shouldn't have gotten themselves into this situation. They shouldn't have done what they did. But Chuck has a hard time regretting their actions. He's done far too much regretting in his life to do it now, after the single greatest act he's ever been a part of. Making love to Sarah was the culmination of everything they’ve gone through together. Everything they’ve experienced over the past two years has led them up to this point. And despite what some bureaucrat in a distant office on the other side of the country might say, he'll be damned if he'll let them take this away from him. This is something worth fighting for. This, he and Sarah, is worth anything they can dish out. Even if they lock him away in a bunker, never to see the light of day again, it would be worth it so long as long as he has her.
Smiling gently, he kisses the top of her head and basks in the feel of her heart beat, relishing the sound of her labored breaths. The breaths which let him know that she’s here. That she’s real. That she’s his.
“Let’s move this to my bedroom,” he suggests, grinning the crooked smile that sends her pulse racing. And before she can respond, before she can even say anything else, he scoops her from the table, causing her to gasp in surprise as he winds his strong arms tighter around her body.
“Why, Mr. Bartowski,” Sarah purrs, leaning her head against his shoulder, “Are you planning on getting lucky?”
“I’ve already gotten lucky, Sarah,” Chuck replies, brushing a kiss against her temple. “I’ve already gotten lucky.” And as he walks her back to his room, and places her on his mattress, her gleaming blue eyes gazing affectionately at him the entire time, he realizes the truth of that statement. He realizes the weight of his words. Laying down by her side, he gently wraps her in his embrace and relishes the feel of her in his arms, barely registering the remnants of packing boxes that litter his room. Yeah, he thinks just before he drifts off to sleep. This is all I ever need.
Authors: Collab Effort by wepdiggy and mikki13
Rating: NC-17 (Really NC-75, but who's counting age?)
Word Count: 11,995 (more than half of which is mind blowing sex)
Characters: Chuck/Sarah (over and over again)
A/N: Be forewarned. The fic you have before you may cause brain melting, spontaneous combustion, and embarrassing displays of fondling and inappropriate sounds. Please do not read this fic in public. Please do not read this fic around family. If you ignore these instructions, there's a possibility of unexpected jail time and perhaps even sudden death. You have been warned.
Disclaimer: Chuck and Sarah belong to NBC. The chaste, wholesome minds belong to Wepdiggy and Mikki13.
Summary: Despite the obstacles and regardless of the hurdles, Chuck discovers that there's just one thing he's ever really needed. One person who eclipses all else, and makes everything worthwhile.
Chuck's a little surprised with how quick she's moved things along, but he knows he shouldn't be. When Sarah wants something, she'll usually take it. He runs his hand softly over her face, through her hair, finally down her back, lifting her onto the table with both hands, holding her tightly against his body as he continues to kiss her back.
His kisses have an intoxicating impact on Sarah, causing her breath to emerge in ragged gasps and her heart to beat a discordant rhythm within her chest. The way Chuck's touching her, the trails of heat his fingers are leaving upon her skin, cause a rush of pleasure to course through her slender frame. "Chuck," she murmurs into his mouth, her own hands traveling along his soft, slightly muscular arms.
The sound of his name upon her lips causes Chuck’s heart to skip a beat as another smile spreads across his face. This is all he's ever wanted. Not just the physical stuff, but Sarah letting him in . . . allowing herself to belong to him, even as he's belonged to her since the first time he laid eyes on her. And when he feels her hands traversing his arms, and threading through his hair, his senses nearly catch fire. Every nerve in his body is exploding with the impulses only Sarah can make him have. It's an incredible mixture of arousal and emotion that threatens to overwhelm him. He doesn't know if he wants to call her name, or cry. So he cries her name.
When her name emanates from his lips, when it sounds within the open recesses of the largely unfurnished apartment, Sarah's breath catches in her throat, and she's suddenly unable to stop the unguarded emotion from flooding her eyes. Her pulse racing through her veins, she swallows gently as she leans in to capture his mouth once more. And as her tongue darts into his warm, moist depths, as it traces his cheeks and the rooftop of his mouth before finally tangling tortuously with his own, as she pushes her fingers underneath his shirt and begins to knead his smooth back, she realizes just how far gone she really is. Hooking her legs around his hips, she gives into his touch just as she's always wanted to give into the emotions coursing through her chest.
When Sarah wraps her legs around him, Chuck realizes that he’s never felt more at "home" than he does in this moment. Everything about Sarah . . . her touch, her smell, her taste is now, and will forever be the center of his universe. Her nimble fingers lightly massaging and pressing into the muscles of his back feel so damn good, and his eyes flutter open briefly. When they do, when he takes in the look upon her face, he's rewarded with a glimpse of all of the emotion radiating from her eyes . . . all of the longing, and need, and maybe another "L" word that he'll avoid for now, but that causes another rush of hope to race through his frame.
But before he can really reflect on his thoughts, before he can really fall into his hopes, she shuts her eyes again and he feels her plunge her tongue back into his mouth. Almost immediately, things heat up once more. The duel of their tongues is furious, and he can't help but think that there's no loser in this battle. And now that her legs are securing her to his body, he allows one of his hands to move down them, caressing her thigh.
A thrill of pleasure races up Sarah's thigh and directly into her groin as Chuck's fingers knead her soft, heated skin. Tightening her legs around his waist, she pushes herself closer to his solid frame, her heated sex suddenly coming into contact with his concealed, yet rapidly hardening cock. A breathless whimper escapes her lips as the pleasure within her groin grows more pronounced at the delicious sensation. Slipping Chuck's shirt from his slick torso, she breaks contact with his mouth for only a minute, her eyes quickly locking onto his own. What she sees there, what she finds reflected within his depths causes the emotion within her own eyes to intensify. For a moment, she finds herself unmasked, unguarded, and completely vulnerable. And while the feeling causes her stomach to knot as cold fingers of fear wind their way down her spine, she remains firmly fixed within his arms. Because no matter how difficult it might be, and no matter how hard they might have to work, there's no way she can stop this now. There’s no way she can hide from the emotions which are finally surfacing, which have finally been unleashed. So when he leans forward and brushes his mouth against her succulent lips, and when his hands begin to explore her body once more, she allows herself to let go. She allows herself to give in. And she allows herself to stop worrying, to stop fearing, and to simply show him how much she cares.
Chuck can't help but notice the irony the moment poses. His shirt is off, and although he can feel the heat emanating from between Sarah's legs, rubbing deliciously against his groin, she’s still fully clothed. And yet, when she looks into his eyes, and she allows him to see what she truly feels, he can't help but think she appears to feel much more naked, much more exposed than he is. He tries to soothe her fears, allowing his own emotions to shine brightly from his eyes, allowing her to see that he feels exactly the same way. And eventually, the fear she'd radiated before seems to dissipate, the panic which had wafted across her face seems to disappear, and she melts back into his embrace.
Smiling in relief, in affection, he pulls up at the corner of her shirt, and Sarah takes the hint and pulls it over her head. Immediately, a new rush of electricity courses up his spine. The feel of her slick skin rubbing against his slick skin is beyond anything he's ever felt before. And when she snakes her arm behind her back to pop the clasp on her bra, Chuck's breath is completely taken. "You're so beautiful," he whispers.
A pink tinge colors Sarah’s cheeks as Chuck’s enthusiastic, affectionate eyes caress her tender breasts. And in that moment, as she sits exposed before him and she feels his body warm against her own, she realizes that she’s never felt more safe. She’s never felt more protected. She’s never felt more desired. "Touch me, Chuck," she whispers, angling her body so that her breasts are closer to his hand. "It's okay."
Chuck swallows harshly. This is where he always dreamed this was going. Where he always feared it was going. This is Sarah, and he can't afford to not be perfect for her. Hesitantly, he moves his hand up her torso, nearly shaking with anticipation. He kisses her again, once on the lips, then her jaw, down her neck, and he's relieved that she can't see the worry in his eyes. This is everything he wants . . . she's everything he wants, and he only hopes he's good enough. Finally, his fingers reach home, and he touches her bare breast. He hears, and feels Sarah inhale sharply when his fingers begin to trace a path around her hard nipple. His mouth has continued its descent, and soon joins his hand on her breast. He feels and hears her moan when he sucks her nipple ever so gently into his mouth.
Sarah's hands come to rest on the table behind her, and she leans backward onto her palms, thrusting her breasts toward Chuck's gentle, passionate touch. The feel of his nimble fingers, the sensation of his heated tongue, the way he holds her as he earnestly explores her body - all of it is intoxicating, exhilarating. Soft blissful whimpers sound from the back of her throat as her shoulders rise and fall in a discordant rhythm, the feel of Chuck's touch the only thing that really registers within her mind. And as Chuck relishes the sounds emanating from her mouth, his insecurity leaves him little by little. With every ragged breath, with every whimper he hears from Sarah, he’s more sure that what he’s doing is right. That he’s making her feel at least a little like he feels. So he continues to eagerly but gently tease, and caress, and worship her perfect breasts with his tongue and his fingers, reveling in the feel of her underneath his mouth.
Sarah’s mind goes blissfully blank as Chuck continues to caress her tender nipples, as he continues to tease her sensitive breasts. And as prickles of pleasure trickle down her spine, she instinctively raises her right hand and brings it to the front of his jeans, cupping his hardened shaft through the rough material. Fondling his firm length, her fingers squeeze him in time to the soft, warm flicks of his tongue. And when a low moan escapes his lips, Chuck stops for just a moment, pulling back so that he can look her in the eyes. Pulling back so that he can show her what he wants.
He knows she can see what he’s feeling. The longing, the need for more. And he knows she can see his silent plea. Please? He isn’t sure if he actually voiced it or not. He’s so full of emotion that he’s not even sure he’s capable of speaking. Even so, and despite the daze into which Sarah has fallen, she somehow seems to know exactly what he means without him even having to say a word.
Gazing into Chuck’s gleaming eyes, Sarah's heart skips a beat as she breathes in the emotion so apparent within his brown depths. Slowly lifting her other hand off the table, she gradually brings her fingertip in contact with his smooth, pink mouth. Tracing the lines of his flawless lips, she allows herself to fall into his gaze, to register the unspoken words so prevalent within his eyes. And in that moment, she realizes that this is no longer a game. This is no longer a night of harmless unpacking, or pleasant talking, or even teasing banter. In the space of a quiet evening, she and Chuck have crossed the line so quickly that the boundaries have become obscure, the parameters blurred. And as Chuck places gentle kisses along her finger, sending an electrical current racing from the tip of her hand straight up her arm, she realizes that she doesn't want it any other way. Because even though she's refused to admit it until now, and despite the fact that she's not sure where they'll go from here, she's never wanted anyone this badly. She's never needed anyone this much. So when he asks the silent question with his eyes, when it passes between them as if he's speaking it aloud, she knows there's really only one answer.
Leaning forward, she replaces her hand with her lips, brushing them against his heated mouth. "Okay," she whispers. "Yes, Chuck." And as she continues to caress his mouth with her swollen lips, she unbuttons his jeans and reaches for his zipper, slowly pulling down on the piece of metal until she can push his pants down his hips. Kissing a trail down his jaw line to his soft, supple neck, she reaches into his boxers and gently takes him into the palm of her hand.
Chuck's eyes widen with surprise as he feels the new sensation, as Sarah wraps her fingers around his aching cock. The implications of just what is happening are both startling and very much a relief. And as she starts to pump him lightly in her fist, his head tips back, and he basks in the feel of her ardent touch. Reaching his arms around her slender frame, he leans forward to kiss her yet again even as soft groans sound from his throat. Groans which increase in volume and fervor when he feels another new sensation. Glancing down, he notices that Sarah’s skirt has ridden up her hips and his cock is brushing against the satin of her panties, even while still enclosed within her firm fist. And as he feels the pressure build within his balls, he realizes that her silky underwear are now wet with her arousal. God, he can smell her excitement, and knowing that she's looking forward to what's happening, and what's going to happen as much as he is thrills him to no end. Still, he needs to know.
"Sarah," he says hoarsely. "We don't have to do this. . .if you don't want to."
Sarah's hand stills for a moment, her fingers still wrapped gently around his swollen shaft as she absorbs Chuck's words. She can hear what he's saying, what he's not saying, and the significance sends a rush of compassion racing through her chest. Her lips curl upward into a soft, knowing smile as she extracts her hand, and allows her forehead to fall against his own. "I know," she whispers, gazing into his eyes as she tries to make him understand. As she tries to show him that even though he may not think he's good enough for her, the truth is that he's all she's ever wanted. He’s all she’s ever needed. Even if she's just now admitting it to herself.
"But I want this, Chuck," she continues. "I want you." I've wanted you for the past two years. For a moment, her mind drifts back to earlier that evening, to his continual insistence that his things were also, somehow, hers. And now, as the many ramifications of their tryst become clear within her mind, she understands what that really means. And she knows that she wants it, too.
Pushing her lips against his mouth once more, she moves forward on the table until she can lock her ankles around his back. And then she tries to show him with actions what her words may or may not have truly expressed. Rubbing against his groin, a red hot jolt reverberates through her core as his cock brushes against her damp panties, causing her to moan in anticipation and pleasure. Threading her fingers through his hair, she pulls him toward her and sucks on his lower lip, deepening the kiss.
I want you. Her words are like water to a man that's been traveling the desert for months. It's exactly what Chuck wants to hear. What he needs to hear. And when she kisses him, so deeply. When her legs wrap around him, and his groin presses against the fabric that's separating him from her heated sex, Chuck knows. This is as important to her as it is to him. He doesn't know why someone like Sarah feels like this about a nerd like him, but he's not in the mood to ask any more questions. He’s not in the mood to second guess her any further.
Grabbing her leg gently at the knee, he moves his hand gradually upward, over her smooth, toned thigh, under her skirt, and to the source of her heat. His thumb brushes over her hardened nub, and he begins to make slow circles around it, teasing her, basking in the glow of the pleasure that she's not hiding from him, at all. He looks Sarah in the eyes, and she gives him what he's sure is silent consent as he very delicately pulls aside her panties, and inserts a finger into her velvety folds, even as his thumb continues to massage her clit. And when she closes her eyes and moans, he adds a second finger, thrusting them both in and out of her slowly, provocatively. The reaction he receives is almost enough to make him lose it right there.
Her breath emerging in gasps, Sarah's forehead falls onto Chuck's shoulder, her hands buried in his hair as his fingers slide gently yet sensuously into her slick, hot sex. "God, Chuck," she groans, turning her head so that her lips brush against his ear. "That feels so good." Her tongue darts out to flick against his earlobe even as she begins to thrust her hips toward his hand, willing his fingers to work faster, push deeper, to bring her to the point of ecstasy. Sucking his ear into her mouth, she rides his hand with abandon, moaning softly against his neck.
He plunges his fingers repeatedly into her silky folds, burying them up to the knuckle as he continues to flick his thumb insistently against her clit. And when she finally feels the spark, when her walls clench around his skilled fingers and the feeling of pure pleasure floods her frame, she feels her defensive fortifications start to crumble, her careful defenses begin to falter. And in that moment, in the instant that she feels herself start to let go, she wonders what took her so long to let Chuck in. What took her so long to succumb to the feelings coursing through her veins.
Coming back down from her high, a fleeting sense of emptiness engulfs her when Chuck pulls his fingers from her slick, hot center. Even so, she releases his earlobe and places a gentle kiss on his cheek, knowing there will be more to come. "Wow, Chuck," she drawls, leaning back to grin at the computer nerd. "You really have picked up some moves."
Chuck smiles playfully. "There's more where that came from, Professor Walker," he teases. And then he makes a decision. He wants this night, this union, to be all about her. She's made him feel special since he's known her, and he needs her to know that she's special, too. With that in mind, he kisses her again and lays her flat on the table, causing her answering quip to die in her throat as she blinks in surprise at his sudden shift in demeanor. And as his fingers loop around the sides of her panties, and he begins to slowly, tortuously kiss down her neck, sucking briefly at the joint of her collarbone and throat, she hastily succumbs to his touch. And when he continues his steady path down her body, placing a heated kiss between her breasts, and then along her firm, taut belly, and finally upon the hem of her skirt, her breathing turns ragged once more.
Pulling Sarah’s panties down little by little, Chuck’s lips stop on her lower belly, her panties around her knees. Coaxing her to lift her legs, he slips them off completely before resuming his attack on her body with his sensuous mouth. A mouth that gradually moves lower, that slowly travels down her abdomen until he finally brushes his lips against her outer folds. Sarah gasps in shocked delight, moaning Chuck’s name as his tongue flicks across her lips. As his warm breath moves tantalizingly against her inner thighs. As his smooth lips graze her sensitive center. As she slowly loses control when Chuck begins to explore her body anew, his only thought that Sarah Walker is the sweetest taste he's ever known.
Spreading her apart, Chuck runs his tongue along the length of her, tasting every inch as she arches toward his touch and a jolt of pleasurable pain shoots straight through her core. "Chuck," she moans, her shaking fingers finding their way into his hair. "Oh . . . Chuck." Chuck smiles softly as his tongue strokes her clit, as he moves it hard against her folds, as he brushes it against her velvety center. And soon, Sarah’s body begins to writhe, and rock, and tremble as his tongue slides along every fold, slipping into every crevice, savoring every inch of her sensitive sex. The pressure builds within her belly, tiny prickles of electric bliss racing quickly through her groin. Chuck’s name becomes a mantra upon her lips, the single syllable joining the rhythmic cadence of their movements. And when her pleasure reaches a crescendo, and she spasms underneath his touch, it finally escapes her lips in one delightful scream.
It takes her several moments to catch her breath. When she finally does, she makes up her own mind. For two years, she's fought her growing feelings for Chuck. For two years, she's held him at arm's length. But after everything they've been through, after everything they've shared, and after the way he's made her feel tonight, she wants nothing more than to show him how she really feels. Even if the very idea causes her stomach to clench as the selfsame icy tendrils thread through her muscles, she's going to let Chuck Bartowski know just how much she cares about him. She’s going to let him know just how much she wants him in her life. Even if this is the only chance they'll ever have, she’s going to let go.
Pinching her lips together as the decision forms within her mind, she slowly lifts her hips and pulls down her skirt. And then she comes to a sitting position, her bright blue eyes locking onto his own cinnamon brown. "C'mere," she says, her voice thick with emotion.
Chuck acquiesces to Sarah’s command, and finds his way into her embrace. He holds her tight against him, her face buried in his chest. And although at this point they’re both completely undressed; and although Chuck can feel Sarah’s smooth skin against his own; and although her thighs, slick with her arousal, are wrapped around his hips, this moment isn’t one of lust for Chuck. This moment, when Sarah seems to finally be opening to him, when the emotion and caring are bright within her eyes, when the acceptance is clear upon her face, is more meaningful than anything he’s ever experienced. Being with Sarah, being a part of her is almost spiritual in nature.
“Sarah,” he breathes reverently, almost like a prayer. And when she lifts her head to look at him again, he sees that she feels it, too. They might not have this very much, or maybe ever again, but what they’re sharing with one another is more than most people get to share in a lifetime. And Chuck is grateful for this chance.
He feels her inch her hips ever so subtly closer to him, and he knows what she wants, what she needs. He needs it, too. So very gently, he tips her back slightly, still holding her firm in his strong arms. Shaking with anticipation, he lines the head of his cock up with Sarah’s entrance. Then he breathes in deeply before pushing himself delicately inside of her. And once he’s seated inside her warm, slick, tight walls, he stills for a moment, determined to enjoy this for as long as he can. In fact, he’d stay like this forever if he could. But before he can give into the thought, before he can lose himself in the moment, he pushes forward, then slides almost out of her before thrusting back in.
His name is lost in the whimpers sounding from Sarah’s lips, her legs again wrapping around his back and her ankles again anchoring her to his sleek, solid body. Every nerve ending springs to life, every synapse firing simultaneously as his rock hard cock plunges deep inside her tender folds, the sensation causing her to groan and buck her hips. She's been with other men; she's been in other arms. But as she builds a natural, instinctual rhythm with the man held tightly within her arms, as his slick skin slides tantalizingly against her body and his lips move heatedly together with her own, she realizes that she's never been with a man like this. She's never completely molded into another man's embrace, she's never completely lost herself in another man's touch. She's never cared about anybody like she cares about Chuck. Falling into the cadence of their forbidden dance, her hips move urgently, ardently against his own as the fire starts to course through her groin and her velvet walls begin to tighten around Chuck’s rigid shaft.
Relishing the feel of Sarah’s inner muscles rippling around his cock, Chuck knows that many men in his position would feel some great rush of egotism at the feeling of bringing the beautiful, strong, smart woman before him to this point yet again. And yet he doesn't feel that at all. What he's done, he's done for Sarah, not to her. Even so, and despite all of his great intentions and the emotional connection that their bond represents, Chuck is still a man. And what they’re doing is bringing him great physical pleasure as well.
The pressure starts to mount in his balls, and he instinctively knows that he won’t last much longer. It's all he can do to hold out now. And God, how he wants to hold out. To make this last forever. But he's not built that way. And with every thrust of his cock, and every time that Sarah's hips move in accordance with his own, and every plunge he takes into her warm depths, and every moan or groan or gasp he hears from her, he moves infinitely closer to allowing himself to let go. A fact even more apparent when Sarah’s silky walls start to tighten around his shaft. Strengthening his arms around her body as her muscles clench around his cock, Chuck grits his teeth, willing himself to hold on just a little longer. Willing himself to go just a little bit more. Pulling almost completely out of her sleek folds, he slams back into her heated center, burying himself as far as he can go. He gives her everything he has, and he can see that she appreciates it from the ragged breaths and gurgled moans she's producing.
The burning ache deep within her center intensifies to an euphoric peak, and Sarah feels herself constricting around Chuck's hardened shaft, the sensation sending a blazing thrill down her arms, into her stomach, up her spine. Instinctively, she moves her lips to his neck, sinking her teeth gently into his damp skin as he brings her ever closer to the brink, causing him to shudder with pleasure. Her body starts to tremble as she pulls Chuck even nearer, pushing him deeper, harder, quicker into her slick, hot core. And when he obliges, quickening his pace, her heart begins to pound, her breathing turns erratic, and she realizes that she's never felt more alive. She's never felt as good as she feels right now, held tightly in Chuck's arms and completely vulnerable to Chuck's touch. He's the most amazing man she's ever known, the only man who she's ever let completely inside. And as her walls begin to convulse, she realizes that it was all worth it. These past two years, the decision to lower her defenses and let him in, the decision to get past her fear, get past her panic, get past her training, it's all been worth it just to get to this moment. Just to feel him moving inside of her, just to feel his pulse beating beneath her mouth, just to hear him cry her name as he nears the edge. And when the feeling of sheer contentment floods her frame like warm liquid flowing through her veins, she collapses into his embrace, her body sated in his arms.
Chuck holds her close as he watches her come, knowing that this is the most amazing thing he's ever seen. Even though he brought her to climax two times previous, those paled in comparison to the sheer look of contentment she has now, as she comes down from her orgasm, and relaxes back into his arms. In that moment, he realizes that he’s never been more in love with her. In that moment, he realizes that she’s truly become his. And suddenly, all of the heartache of the past two years, all of the rejections, all of the hurdles they've had to cross seem worth it.
Holding her tightly, Chuck continues to pump in and out of her sated body, eliciting small whimpers with every thrust. Then, finally, he lets go, spilling himself deep into Sarah's satiny depths.
When they’ve each had a moment to catch their breath, Sarah wraps her arms more tightly around Chuck's back, his skin slick and warm underneath her touch. She can feel his heart beat against her chest, strong and rapid and real. The sensation coupled with the feel of him buried deep inside is amazing, intoxicating. She brushes her lips against his reddened shoulder, then lays her head against his chest, the weight of their actions finally settling upon her mind. He's her asset, and she's his handler. And even though he's begun to train, and despite the fact that he's becoming more her equal every day, that doesn't change the dynamics of their complicated relationship. That doesn't make this any less forbidden. It doesn't make it any more acceptable. The problem is, she's beginning to understand that she no longer cares. That she's tired of the CIA, of its orders, of its restraints. She's tired of being forced to hold back her feelings, no matter how complex or taboo they may be. And for the first time in her ten year career, she realizes that she's ready to fight.
So when Chuck finally pulls away, when he finally looks into her gleaming blue eyes, she licks her lips and keeps the emotion present in their tumultuous depths. "Wow," she says, and then realizes that she doesn't really know what else to say. Her feelings run too deep, her emotion is too strong. It's not something she's used to experiencing, and it causes her throat to turn slightly dry. Finally, she breaks eye contact with Chuck, and a wry smile spreads across her face as she takes in their surroundings. "I think you might have to buy a new dining table."
"I wouldn't get rid of this table now if it stole money from me," he says with a devilish grin, gazing at her lovingly. She’s never looked more beautiful. Her skin is flushed with the exertions of their love, her hair is mussed, and a radiant grin is stretched across her face as her breath tickles his damp skin. He's seen her dressed for formal balls, and government soirees, and many other functions of high society, but she's never looked as perfect as she does in his arms.
And he knows. This wasn't supposed to happen. They shouldn't have gotten themselves into this situation. They shouldn't have done what they did. But Chuck has a hard time regretting their actions. He's done far too much regretting in his life to do it now, after the single greatest act he's ever been a part of. Making love to Sarah was the culmination of everything they’ve gone through together. Everything they’ve experienced over the past two years has led them up to this point. And despite what some bureaucrat in a distant office on the other side of the country might say, he'll be damned if he'll let them take this away from him. This is something worth fighting for. This, he and Sarah, is worth anything they can dish out. Even if they lock him away in a bunker, never to see the light of day again, it would be worth it so long as long as he has her.
Smiling gently, he kisses the top of her head and basks in the feel of her heart beat, relishing the sound of her labored breaths. The breaths which let him know that she’s here. That she’s real. That she’s his.
“Let’s move this to my bedroom,” he suggests, grinning the crooked smile that sends her pulse racing. And before she can respond, before she can even say anything else, he scoops her from the table, causing her to gasp in surprise as he winds his strong arms tighter around her body.
“Why, Mr. Bartowski,” Sarah purrs, leaning her head against his shoulder, “Are you planning on getting lucky?”
“I’ve already gotten lucky, Sarah,” Chuck replies, brushing a kiss against her temple. “I’ve already gotten lucky.” And as he walks her back to his room, and places her on his mattress, her gleaming blue eyes gazing affectionately at him the entire time, he realizes the truth of that statement. He realizes the weight of his words. Laying down by her side, he gently wraps her in his embrace and relishes the feel of her in his arms, barely registering the remnants of packing boxes that litter his room. Yeah, he thinks just before he drifts off to sleep. This is all I ever need.